Sometimes, it is important just to remember that, as my stepfather has always said, we are people first.
Above everything else and before everything else, we are all people.
Whenever I forget this fact, I get stuck in my head, I grow nervous, and I even panic at times… I become afraid of not being wanted or loved, and define any form of rejection as a direct statement of my un-lovability (which, I know, is false, but which still manages to put in a word here and there in my mind, and will share as often as I’ll let it).
But, when I remember that we are all just people, I remember that it is okay to talk to one another, to say what I want to say… I can offer my help, I can ask questions, I can be interested in the lives of others and in being a part of them… I can do all of this, and, even when I am rejected, I can be bummed briefly, before accepting that it’s really okay – this particular situation just wasn’t meant to go the way I had hoped it would go, and, now, something even better is somewhere on the way.
This weekend, I was rejected.
And it was okay.
Today, however, I was not rejected, but rather accepted.
I believe letting go of my fear and just talking allowed for me to be at ease and for things to flow comfortably.
Yeah…, it went well. 🙂
And, through it all – this weekend and today – I remained true to myself, which, next to being open with one another, is the most important part of it all.
So, yay, me!
P.S. The potential drama referenced yesterday is still not handled – though, God did give me a bit of a funny, ironic moment in the middle of it all, which, somehow, helped immensely… I’m still very unsure about things with it, but I’m trusting God to help me do what is best for us all.