Heaven knows, I've tried. I have been the type of person that couldn't stand it if someone had an inkling of a negative thought about me. I would still rather have everyone think I'm the shiznit, however, it's exhausting to try and be something you're not. I've learned that once you're up on that pedestal of never wanting to disappoint someone that when you do, suddenly you're not the shiznit and nothing you can do will change it. You can try and rectify whatever it was that got you into trouble but it seems like the harder you work to please the more of a mess you make yourself. Learning to say no is one of the hardest things to do for some of us. I've always been envious of people that can just say no and never care about what kind of effect it has on others. I think that learning this technique is one of the good things about getting older. It's not really that you don't care for others, it's about knowing your strengths and weaknesses. It's most importantly caring about the effects on yourself. Is it selfish to be this way? Maybe a little, but for the right reasons. I can say this for sure... if I say no to you it's because I want to be completely there for you when I say yes. I don't want to half-ass my efforts and be resentful and act like some sort of martyr. It has become a pet peeve of mine to hear people pleasers out there who after they've agreed to something, whine about how put out they always are and how no one else cares as much as they do. I can identify with this because that is what I'm trying to avoid in myself(which is probably why it bothers me). I don't want that for myself anymore. Come on everyone and join me! Say no to at least one thing a week, consider this a challenge. The world won't end, it won't rain fire and you won't be struck by lightning because you said no. You will have more free time to learn how to not feel guilty afterwards... and when you do (it will happen) - get over it! Freedom now!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
I have been away for a long time. I decided to delete everything and start anew. I don't know how I am going to change this blog other than to make it my journal. My heart is breaking. I am estranged from my oldest son. I won't go into great detail over that other than my heart is breaking. I'm not sure why they call it a broken heart when your whole body hurts. I have breaking news and that is that a daughter I gave up for adoption twenty six years ago is in contact via e-mail with me and that brings on it's own set of emotions. Happiness, sadness, shame, guilt, joy, and anticipation for the future. My youngest son and his pregnant wife will be home for a month before he leaves for Italy and then Afganistan and then again are another set of emotions, joy, fear, excitement, and dread of the future. I'm in a turmoil. I have found out who my true friends are and who were not. I have made some not so good decisions and have consquences to live with for them. I am in counseling to deal with it all and maybe one day will be able to talk about them without shame and guilt. I no longer work at Chili's. I will miss some people and others not so much. My ResHab department at my day job is growing and keeping me extremely busy. My dogs are good and is my Dad. I'm building a relationship with my sister that wasn't there before. Life is changing. I never did do well with change but I am working on it. I want to find a relationship with God but I'm not sure how. It comes so easy to some people and it has never been for me. I am teary today. Everything is just so complicated. It's a beautiful day out but I am still in my pajamas at 1:20 in the afternoon. How does one learn to start living again? My cousin is coming over later and making me leave the house. I could easily stay holed up here but she won't let me today. It is just with randomness that I am writing because nothing is making sense in my head. Wasn't it supposed to get easier as you got older. I'm half of 100 and still in turmoil. Does it ever stop?
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