I’ve talked before about my issues.
While I have many scapegoats to blame those on (don’t worry, I’m not naming names…today anyway)…for the sake of time, I’m just going to focus on one today.
We’ll start with guilt trips.
You know, as familiar as I am with guilt trips, I have to say, I don’t love them.
I also have to say, since I’m being honest here, that it would be quite nice if I didn’t constantly feel like I have to say, “Look at me! Look at what I did! Remember this hobby of mine? Ya, I really enjoy it, and shouldn’t you be interested in it if only for that reason? Oh, you lost the website address….again?”
It’s tough having someone like this in your life. It’s tough trying so hard to be enough, but never quite measuring up. It’s really tough paying for the therapy that comes it all.
Kidding. I’m not in therapy. At the moment anyway.
Now, I don’t know if any of you are lucky enough to have such a person around…but I’m guessing with the mental stability of most people out there…you have at least one. And you might just be as humbled as I am because of it.
See, there is a silver lining in everything. We children of guilt trips, we’re humble folks, aren’t we?
When I got married, it was amazing to have someone who didn’t make me feel bad in the moments when I didn’t measure up.
When I made a mistake, or hurt his feelings, strangely the world didn’t come to a stop.
And I came to realize, I didn’t need to belittle myself anymore in hopes that it would stop him from doing it first. I didn’t need to, because there was no belittling.
There was no competition.
There was no guilt.
There was only love and acceptance.
He revels in my accomplishments, he takes pride in my work. Even though, most times, I have to say, “Aren’t you so proud of me?”
To which he responds sincerely, “Oh yes, baby, I totally am.”
(I’m needy, I admit it. Why do you think I have a blog?)
How I was able to make such a mature decision in choosing someone to love forever at such a young age, is beyond me. But, I am so thankful for him and the others in my life who have been more influential than even therapy could have achieved.
But, alas, I’m still me. I’m still slightly a product of my past, touched by events and people, good and bad.
I just have to remember…it’s not about them. I am outside of their dysfunction. I have to do the things I love for me. Not for anybody else.
If they notice, if they love it as well…that’s just a bonus.
If they don’t, at least I’m happy.
And poof…I just cured us all from the guilt trippers in our life.
Your welcome.
(And tomorrow, we will not be so heavy. I promise to lighten the load!)
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