Some day I’m not going to worry about what other people think.
I’m not going to analyze people’s expressions and words or lack thereof to see what they think of me.
If someone tells me they don’t like my opinion, I will say, “thank you for your opinion. I am pleased with my own.”
Some day, I’m going to no longer care if this will make people think less of me. I’m not going to care if people believe I am good, or smart, or kind, or thoughtful, or responsible, or eloquent. I’m going to learn that their opinions don’t actually determine anything. They don’t change reality. They don’t change me. They don’t create me.
Some day someone is going to tell me that they do not like me, and I am not going to care. I’m going to learn not to fight to be liked. I will let them happily dislike me while I walk on in my life.
On this day, when some acts disrespectfully, I’m going to tell them that they are disrespectful. If they are rude, I am going to walk away. If they expect me to jump through hoops, I will keep my feet firmly planted on the ground.
I believe that at the end of this day when I sit down in the quiet of the night, I won’t need medication to help me be less anxious. I won’t need to write out my thoughts to purge them from my head. I won’t need to second guess or analyze or try to figure out how to appease someone.
Because I will be fine with myself.
I will have learned that not everyone will like me. I will learn that those who do like me probably won’t change their opinions based upon one wrong word or one off expression. I will have confidence that I am likable and lovable.
Tonight isn’t one of those nights.
That’s okay.
There’s always tomorrow.