I got over caring about the opinions of people who can’t comprehend that to some of us, money is not everything.
I got over expecting people to change. I’ve accepted that some people in my life are good people with bad habits. I’ve also accepted that some people are just bad people who will always drag down others, and I’ve excised them from my life.
I got over feeling that I need to live up to the standards of people who don’t share my values and have no respect for me.
I got over feeling that my life and life experiences are less valuable than those of other people.
I got over feeling that something was wrong with me for being single and liking it.
I got over taunts from so-called adults about my cats and my hobbies.
I got over wasting energy on people who think that caring for an aging parent at home is a waste of my life.
I got over trying to fit into a faith where I do not belong.
I got over trying to apply all the rules to my books when I realize I was fucking up my voice in an attempt to write to the trend.
I got over the societal pressure to forgive those who haven’t asked for forgiveness or tried to make amends or even admitted wrongdoing. I don’t need to forgive them to “heal.” I have mental and physical scars that are never going to heal. I am brave enough to live with them instead of mouthing words of forgiveness that evoke no feeling in me.
I did forgive the people who comprehended the pain caused by their actions.
I learned to set boundaries. That was hard because I thought I was already doing it. I wasn’t. I also got over my fear of “authority” figures who expect me to be the one who always gives, gives in, accepts atrocious behavior for the sake of appearances. This fucking state. This fucking town. This fucking multi-generational sickness that says smile and keep the peace.
I’ve always been taught not to make waves. Some situations require making waves and being firm and unyielding. And those are skills we’re all going to need for the foreseeable future: don’t be afraid of upsetting people by demanding your legal rights, your familial rights, your right to be treated like a human being and not just a customer/account number.
I’m so very tired of seeing awful advice about forgiveness dispensed by people who just make up bullshit for a living. I’ve tossed out self-help books and unfollowed motivational authors whose advice has not one damn thing to do with our reality. Now, the impossible standards they set just piss me off.
Honestly, if you’ve found a way to survive and cope and somehow thrive in this new world, I applaud you.
I got over taking things for granted. The things I’ve trusted in my whole life are crumbling by the day. I learned the difference between quality time and wasted time. I learned that spiritual rituals help me when I’m anxious and confused and give me back a sense of control that’s been trod into the muck over the last several months.
I learned that there are some opportunities you should take even if you’re unsure because if you don’t, you’ll regret it later.
My wish is to somehow bring all my friends back together like we were a year ago because what has divided us is a living lie.
I’ve had some brutal life experiences the last two months, and I don’t wish them on anyone. I hope you can “get over” the things that are holding you back and put yourself first, unapologetically.
I want us to be united because that’s the only way we can take control and create our best future.