Just as some of us need more food, sleep, exercise, some of us require more time and space to recover from daily life in this overstimulating world. So silly and exhausting to try and hide this from others. Culturally, I guess, it is meant to be impressive, boasting self elected denial of our own needs and casually illuminating all the things we DO instead. I feel not only relief, but pleasure from admitting that “I just can’t do it.” Having Trusted Others who share this as a value is a spiritual triumph, especially for those with whom I choose to share a table and a bed. We mutually and collectively refuse the needless complexity of pretending…..and of tryyyyyyying to hard.
I fucken love ♥ the total ownership “I am sorry, that is not going to work out.” Why lie, attempt to twist or shave off parts of myself to make others comfortable? Where is the prize for that? Is it a prize I even value? If we must lie to meet our own needs, maybe it is time to check our needs or those whom require us to lie, in order to claim our seat at their table.
At the truth-table, Glennon shows us how there are infinite seats, the table just gets bigger. Grab a seat—capes can be checked at the door. Martyr is not the same as a Superwoman.
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