For the better part of my life I’ve taken on the inaccurate moniker of Change Hater. I don’t even know why I did this, considering the amount of sudden avalanche change I’ve dealt with. I think, along the bumpy glorious road of my life, I’ve tended to attract a person here or there that required me to be who THEY wanted or needed me to be in order for the partnership or friendship to progress further.
These people have been few and far between but since I have a Doctorate in People Pleasing I have ALWAYS been happy to oblige and morph myself into whatever version of THEIR version of me made sense in the formula that equaled THEIR happiness.
But as I’ve researched my innards and taken my flashlight down into my own basement and I’ve stood up TALL on the roof of my own church, I see quite clearly that I am no Change Hater at all.
Why just the other decade I used to loathe Sunflowers, with their creepy scary faces, and now I love them, the way they crouch down next to me and whisper crafty ideas into my noggin when I am sitting at the computer and as I gaze into their gigantic alien eyes I wonder why I spend one moment of buying into what the label makers think of me but then I remember that if it weren’t for them I would never have the chance to be so vigilant and loyal to myself, as I picture an overflowing-with-confidence person to be.
Yours In Being Us,
Hilda Who the Hell Cares