No…Not for Sissys…

As many of you know…Bertha…has a thing about…living my truth…whatever that may be…and…most of the time…I’m okay with it…but…there are times…when it’s just plain difficult to do…

Oh…I can know what the truth is…I can accept it…it’s just when it comes to communicating it…that I have a bit of trouble…

That trouble coming from being the proverbial people pleaser…and…never wanting to hurt someone else’s feelings…or even disappoint them…which makes it very difficult to say…

No

In fact…I think that’s how I got married the second time…but…I digress…and that’s a story best left untold

It happened recently…when someone wanted more from me…than I was willing to give…so…what did I do…I took the soft approach…I made excuses…I thought they were thinly veiled…I thought they would see through them…to the…truth

They didn’t…

They continued to insist…I continued to resist…this time using my second favorite soft approach…avoidance…or…ignoring…which when I was gonna type it in that tense…came out…ignorance…which…Bertha…said was an apt description…

Because…you guessed it…they didn’t let up…what…you must not have heard me…because you aren’t responding

Until…Bertha…kind of rattled my cage…and asked…are you gonna live your truth…or are you just gonna tell other people to

Ouch…

It seems that unlike me…Bertha…doesn’t have a problem being a straight shooter…

Of course she was right…and…I put on my big girl panties…and…just said…no

The ironic thing is…I think it was more hurtful at that point…than if I’d just said it originally…spared…the insistence…the resistance…the ignorance…

Jane

Rain…Rain…Come Again…

Yesterday morning…I enjoyed my coffee on the porch…basking in the greenness of my backyard…it had rained overnight…stormed actually…and everything was all the greener…the squirrels were more playful…the birds sang sweeter tunes…the chipmunk was more adventurous…

The sky was still gray…there was still a large chance of rain…it came…thunder rumbled…it poured…on more than one occasion…but…for some reason…for me…it was a beautiful day…I loved the rain…I loved the thunder…I loved the gray sky…which after a long wet winter was unlike me…and…I didn’t know why…

Bertha…was all too happy to explain…the difference in my mood was because it is spring…with spring rain…I can almost look out the window and see things getting greener with each drop that falls…quite a contrast to the gray days of winter…when the rains only tend to make things look more bleak…more stark…

She reminds me that the dreary winter rains…are just as important…at ensuring a beautiful spring…as the refreshing spring ones…they each have their place…

Of course…she further related it to my life…to challenges that come along…sometimes…it’s easier to see the immediate benefit of my efforts…sometimes…not so much…but…they are equally important…it’s all about…relaxing…and…trusting…the process…

Jane