I used to be a huge people pleaser. Bent over backward to be as agreeable as humanly possible and still people wouldn’t like me. All I ever wanted was acceptance, and the harder I tried, the less I got it. Constantly doing what I thought was expected of me, saying what I thought people wanted to hear. It was exhausting work.
It was all I could do to control the thoughts of others. I was filled to the brim with wondering, “What do they think of me?”
If there is one thing you should know, it is your time will come. When I was younger, I saw my life as a line drawn with a pen against a ruler. Up, up, up I went; nothing would stand in my way: I would grow, go to school, become president, marry, have children, and live a life filled with sweet ecstasy and Kodak moments.
But life is not a straight line, nor is it a steady incline. Vertical limits are reached after the steepest of climbs exhausted, broken, and sometimes barely alive. Unfortunately, no one, no one that I know, wants to cover the distance between here and there. We all want to magically appear at the destination, forgoing the journey, I do.