Loving Yourself First
I had to come to terms with this several times in my life. First, as the youngest child. I was a bit of a late-comer in an already established family. I was the youngest of three children. My brother Bill was 14 when I was born, and my sister Pam was almost 11. Since I was the youngest, it seemed as if no one took me seriously. It was as if everyone made all of my decisions for me, and I had no voice. I had to really do something crazy or create a ruckus to get anyone to notice me. That made me a bit of a "rebel" as my mom called me. The crazy thing is, it lasted throughout decades, even after I was a fully grown woman.
I've had some self esteem issues most of my life. I think they came from all of the time I was ignored or not taken seriously when I was a child. Things tend to get ingrained in you. As a result, I have been in two marriages where I attracted the wrong kind of controlling person. That left me feeling even more unsure, with no confidence, and and lacking self worth. This ugly cycle continued for my entire adult life. I felt depressed, lonely and like I just didn't fit in anywhere.
I'm not sure exactly when, but I began to realize that my life was given to me. It didn't belong to anyone else, and I had been wasting the time I had been given on this earth trying to please everyone and make other people happy...but no one seemed willing to return that to me. No one really cared how I felt or if I was happy. It was time to start taking care of ME! It was time to start LOVING myself. It was time to stand up and refuse to be disrespected by anyone. I was tired of wasting my God-given talents worrying about, and trying to conform to someone else's opinion of who I should be.
Lesson Learned: Stop worrying about everyone else's opinion of me, it's none of my business what they think of me. It's what I think of me that counts.
#SelfLove, #StopHidingYourLight, #ItsOkayToBeMe, #ThePhoenixRisingWoman, #LiveWithDonna
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