Queen Street West, Toronto
I simply could not continue to survive in this world the way I was.
I’m surprised I lasted as long as I did.
Yes, folks, there is such a thing as being too kind, too giving, too compassionate, too forgiving and too loving.
It becomes too much when it is done without regard for oneself; when serving others is prioritized to the point that the giver’s own needs are sacrificed.
What follows is a state of being which is decidedly not spiritual. What follows is the definition of martyrdom. In my case, martyring myself to useless, superfluous and thankless causes.
Take it from one who knows, this mindset attracts the wrong people. Interestingly enough, this mindset can also extend to attracting the wrong reactions from the right people.
Not a happy place to be in.
In my own personal situation, it was very easy for others to push the right buttons to manipulate me into agreeing with and doing things when my heart and spirit were screaming “NO”!
allude to a lack of compassion or hypocrisy;
mention selfishness and sprinkle on a little guilt;
add a dose of “What will other people think?”
And certain characters had me exactly where they wanted me – doing backflips and jumping through ridiculous hoops for their viewing pleasure.
As I look back, I see it was almost comical.
Until it wasn’t.
Until I was so exhausted, and so resentful and so burned out that I did not even resemble the original kind and compassionate person I started out as. All that was left was a threadbare, used up doormat.
So I changed.
I realized kindness and compassion are only authentic when they are first applied to oneself. And this is where boundaries began. Take it from me, there are some things we cannot do for others, because the resulting impact on ourselves is far too great for us to bear. Which brings me to the next point –
Sometimes we will disappoint people, and this is perfectly fine. They will survive it, and so will we.
In the same manner, sometimes we will be misunderstood. Also fine. Things generally become clearer as time passes.
Now we come to the hardest part –
Sometimes when we stand up for ourselves and exercise our right to say “no”, we will not be liked. Not always. But sometimes. I have come to accept this. I have no control over what other people think of me. Their opinion of me is their business – not mine. In the end, a “friendship” that is based on us not being our authentic self by saying “yes” when we mean “no”, is no friendship at all. Rather, it is an “entanglement”, in which both parties are better off without. (Trust me on this one. I spent over 30 years on such an “entanglement” and barely made it out with my heart and spirit still intact).
Over time, I have come to acknowledge that not all people carry positive motives in their hearts; that “acquaintance” is not another word for “friend”; that people can say one thing and in the end do something else entirely; and that, even those who are close, will sometimes make choices that are not in our best interest. I am okay with all of this. I have learned to look after myself and my own needs. This is my job to do. Nobody else’s. I truly am a “grown up”. Finally.
I still believe in love, compassion, kindness, goodness and having a generous heart.
But now, this is tempered with reality.
I still am a “nice girl”.
But, make no mistake, I am no push-over.
My eyes are wide open.