I had coffee with a friend the other day. The events of the past months came spilling out. I felt that I needed to apologize. Of course, she was very gracious and understood.
I still feel like I need to let people know that this is not who I am.
I am not defined by my crisis.I am really not a complainer. I am not someone who is a negative nelly.
But I feel like it.Sometimes I feel like every time someone asks how I am doing, I have more crap spilling out. I try to put a leash on it, but it comes out anyway.
Because here’s the reality. This is who I am right now.This is a difficult season. Challenging, sad, confusing. And I need to get over this idea that I need to apologize for who I am.
Sometimes, I want to scream, “THIS IS WHO I AM! JUDGE ME, I DON’T CARE!” And maybe add some profanity for emphasis.That doesn’t seem appropriate in a professional setting though. And to be honest, I do care.
I think that’s one of the lovely benefits about being around family and friends. People who know you and already know your story. I don’t have to say, “I’m crazy right now because my mom died.” When I eat a bunch of chips and chocolate at work, no one asks questions. They understand. They probably judge me a bit. But only with their eyes.So this is me right now, folks. Messy.
And damn it, I’m not sorry. Profanity used for emphasis, of course.
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