Damage control.
Talking about Malta.
Upper echelons of Malta. Lols.
400k people , Anna dating a DJ. Plsss.
Hey Ladies!
Ibiza was one of the best times in my life, but like many young women, I fell in love and temporarily lost sight of what I really wanted out of life.
I began dating a top DJ who was popular in the Ibiza nightclubs, but as the sun began to set on the summer in Ibiza, he was ready to go home… his home.
He was born and raised in Malta, and before I knew it, I’d become it’s latest resident.
As with any new adventure, in the beginning it was exciting and fun.
But as the dust settled, things started to change.
Without any real focus, I could feel myself drifting. The focused and determined woman I’d been in Rome and Ibiza was slowly slipping away...
I’d started to go out... a lot. I mean my boyfriend was the DJ and Malta was a tiny island with not much else to do.
I became well known in the social scene pretty quickly... and met every level of people including the most affluent. Learning to navigate through the highest echelon in a small town was a game changer — everybody knows everybody — and it drove home for me just how important connections are and even more... the importance of building an amazing network.
I wasn’t taking care of myself though, and life felt… on hold. There wasn’t anything Extravagant about my day to day anymore.
My relationship didn’t make sense. I was eating my misery. I stopped caring about how I looked. I was incredibly unhappy and it started to show.
Chubby, heartbroken and miserable, I made a big decision. I would break up with Mister DJ and go back home… my home... Stockholm.
But once there reality set in. I’d known leaving Malta wouldn’t solve my problems, but I figured I could take this time at home and go to school, get my degree in digital marketing, get a job and save up for my next adventure.
And I did exactly that. I started really taking care of myself, changed my diet, and lost the weight I’d packed on in Malta. My desk job was sucking the life out of me — there was nothing fabulous about it — but it was a means to an end, and I was grateful to have it.
Eventually, I even began dating again. I started seeing a man who was well off, but stingy. Nevertheless affluence was slowly working its way back into my life. I was healing myself, and making my way back into the right rooms, and getting around the right people, or so I thought...
Many of the wealthy people I’d met in Ibiza where kind, generous, and gracious. But this man showed me there was a dark side to the rich and fabulous. He was stingy, and wielded his wealth like a weapon, he loved his money and the power it gave him over others.
I saw a man who’s scarcity mindset led him to be mistrusting, unkind, and downright mean.
When money owns a person… it’s all they’re able to think about, and he had it bad.
Extravagant nights out were forbidden. Even simple meals out were weighed against they’re cost. Every penny was counted, but for the wrong reasons. It made me feel insecure, undervalued, and like I wasn’t worthy in his eyes. Truth be told was never about how much money was spent, but about how and why it was spent.
Money is a resource. One we can use to build the life of our dreams… memories, experiences, and moments and meals. More than anything I wanted to find someone who wanted to share that with me — create the life of our dreams… It quickly became clear it just wasn’t him.
Have you ever been to a dress shop and observed women shopping? Then as you notice someone emerge from the dressing room you think to yourself, “What a gorgeous dress. I love the lines. The way it flows. The color...”, and then you notice the woman?
Ten minutes later walks out another woman and you’re stunned by how beautiful she is? She’s the epitome of elegance. Chic. Sophisticated. And wearing the same dress as the woman before…
The second woman wore the dress, the first let the dress wear her.
When money owns someone, it’s a problem.
Realizing how to recognize a “cheap” wealthy person when I saw one was the third lesson I gained, but in order to really understand, I set off on yet another adventure… but that’s a story for tomorrow.
Var alltid snäll, (Always be kind)
Anna
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Some of the papers, podcasts, books etc. around that are pretty interesting. Something you might want to read if you want to join them
