I admit it. I have a mean streak. Well, it’s not so much that I’m mean. I just have a tendency to make people look at themselves honestly. Not many of us do that. And as I get older and learn more about myself and my own motivations, I have little patience for people who can’t face their own realities.
I was told yesterday that I have talent for asking questions people don’t want to answer. I can’t help it. I had to take a long, hard look in my own mirror to get to where I am today. It’s not easy to look at your own flaws and see them the way other people see them. But that was the only way to free myself from all the anger, frustration, pain.
The old adage is true: what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. I’ve buried all of my grandparents and both parents. I’ve been married to a man who had no idea who I really was anymore than he could admit who he was. I’ve been assaulted twice. A lot of other people have been through the same things. What makes us each unique is how we handle it.
Some things I’ve hidden from for a long time. Some I’ve been able to deal with fairly quickly. There are others I’m still working on. But I will no longer hide from myself. I will learn how to get out of my own way. I’ve gotten a lot stronger over the last couple of years. I’m not about to back down now.