Today's photo. The Mister had the chance to hang with his bestie, Bud.
Today I've been thinking about my newfound propensity for just moving along after I've given something a reasonable try.
For much of my life, I've felt, semi-subconsciously, that "things not working out" was a failure on my part. I almost completely took on the responsibility for relationships and situations to "succeed". Only recently have I come to realize that in many instances, I did that where the other party was all too happy to let me.
Now I'm in a place where I'm still willing to let people do "them", but without me in the mix.
I finally understand the advice, "Bless them and move on."
They don't have to like it. And I certainly will probably always try harder to come to an understanding than many people would, just because I want to make sure it's not a misunderstanding on my part. And I don't like hurting people unnecessarily.
But I'm finally willing to let people be responsible for their own actions and feelings. I no longer feel a need to make them feel better about themselves.
I'll never be a casual bridge-burner. But I get to let me do "me" too. And sometimes "them" and "me" will be incompatible. No blame or shame.
This probably seems natural to you, and you're probably saying, "Of course!" (Only with more swear words) But to me, it engenders a heretofore unexperienced sense of self-empowerment and freedom.