It would be me if my legs were longer, and I could look this good from behind. That daughter of mine just looks better walking away. But, the message is all mine!
Dear New Year,
“My exit interview form 2017 from me to me.”
I must vow to stop the insanity before I blame everyone around me. Could I have possibly given so much of my love, time, and care to so many last year, that perhaps I may have neglected myself? Did I really work nonstop?
I know it may not look like it on the outside. After all, the outside of the cover never tells the whole story.
My mini vacation made me realize that I was exhausted. Both mentally and physically. I let my desires to please everyone around me become bigger than my daily routine of making certain that my energy is replenished. There is this thin line between giving the very best of yourself and being for those you live to love. I think perhaps that I didn’t want to appear selfish. My work life is combined with my personal life. People that work with me are all considered my family. They made broken promises, thought mostly of themselves, and totally forgot that I give until the word sorry becomes their most used word. This is not a warning. This is a new rule; I choose to act like a Saint because being a good example is what gifts me prosperity, favor, and grace. It is what God requires of me.
But, some have seemed to have lost their way.
My empathy is my greatest gift, and at the same time my biggest weakness. I can become a soul that feels for those around me, and I start to actually feel their pain, loss, and energy. The other person is a Bitch.
I’m glad that it rained most of my vacation. I slept and rested all of me. That daughter of mine said that she had not been to bed before 9PM since middle school. LMAO.
Get in place everyone. Change does not compete with words. It evolves. My silence is my weapon of choice. If you feel it. Claim it. It will be my most profound gift to those who feel entitled to make excuses, too many unnecessary mistakes, and lack of thoughtfulness.
Namaste