I had to teach myself how to make my life all about me. Decisions I make, places I go, things I do, food I eat - at some point it has to be about me.
I didn’t realize that I spent a long time of my life being the supporting cast - and even in my leading role moments. Agreeing to tag along with others who made it about them. Even instances when it SHOULD have been about me, it ended up being about them.
Have you ever invited someone to go with you, then they start making rules on what they need to happen if they go. Bitch you crazy.
I also realized that people will include me in on their shit, so they FELT that it was about them. Who does that?
Well, this year, my favorite word was, “No.” No, I can’t go with you, and you can’t go with me. I can’t do this for you, and no I don’t need you to help me.
I am thanking God for honesty and vulnerability and how to communicate it to loved ones. Most of them understand, while others probably didn’t know they were selfish like that.
It’s about me bitch. I would rather go alone than have someone worm their way in my numero uno spot.