Yesterday, for what might be the first time in my entire life, I let another human being know what my needs are. And, the World didn't end. Who'd have known? How many times in my life have I left my own needs unmet because I was simply trying to meet everyone else's? How many times have I ignored myself for the peace of everyone else? How many times have I simply gotten frustrated from situations and walked away because I felt I wasn't being heard, but I wasn't speaking either? Not only to other people, but how many times have I ignored my own needs from myself and decided that it was simpler to just not want and not need?
Growing up, walking into my home was the equivalent of walking into a hurricane. I never had any idea which way was up and I never had any idea what was going to be hiding behind the front door. I assumed nothing was lasting beyond one moment, emotions could flip the world in a moment and leave us all crashing below. It never accord to me that not EVERYONE in the World has emotions that come and go like the ocean tide.
I'm almost up to week 12. It really shocks me how quickly time has flown by and how unbearably slow at times too. There is no finish line here, just one day at a time.
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