I was standing in my studio right after kid #1 came in sick, and a half-hour later, kid #2 came in panicked and crying, and I thought to myself, “when did life get so chaotic?” Then I saw the sparkling tiara sitting on my shelf. I don’t know what it is, but that tiara makes me feel like a gad damn Wonder Woman. I wore it the rest of my day and at the dinner table. I have to love my family for not even mentioning it.
I wish I had learned this lesson when I was in my teens, or twenties, or earlier in my thirties for that matter. The fact is the damage that I inflicted upon myself by not speaking my truths, was FAR WORSE than the damage that anyone else’s opinion ever inflicted upon me. I was my own bully. I allowed the infinite “what if” scenarios to be the decision makers.