Someone thanked me for something I did 20 years ago. Something I do not even remember.
I left her to deal with her own “issues” of boundaries, self-worth, value, dignity. I knew better than to mess with a cow who has had enough!
Why I was late today, why my iPad is pregnant and why I hate yoga.
And, I don’t have time for shit. I don’t pretend!
One brother said to the other, “Don’t you wish you were born into a different family?”.
The thing is, that whether I liked it or not. I had entered their story. Simply by listening.
I decided to honour my company and resist the pull from the drama magnet, filled with its lies and deceit.
I was blinded by rage and in hindsight, I am sure that my reaction would come in very low on an emotional intelligence scorer.