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IMG_6039-2 copyWhat is it about coming of a certain age…that makes a woman grow weary of being a people pleaser? Maybe it’s just that we grow tired of doing all the time. Or maybe…it’s that we realize…it’s an impossible task to make anyone…much less…everyone else happy.

As long as I remember…I was been hell-bent and determined…to make everybody happy…or at least not to inconvenience them. I stayed in relationships long past their expiration date…and yes…like milk they got pretty sour…simply because it might inconvenience him to not have me at his beck and call.

I know…now…it sounds ridiculous…and yet…I still find myself hearing the words of my youth from time to time…what will the neighbors think…as I make choices about my life…

Thankfully…Bertha…reminds me…that the neighbors probably won’t think anything…because…they’re too busy worrying about what the rest of us will think…to give me a second thought…

And…even if they did…their opinion of me…is really none of my business…I can’t make them happy…by trying to guess who or what they might want me to be…and then trying to be it…

So…here I am…of a certain age…and although I have no desire to become a rebel…with or without a cause…I do enjoy the freedom…of pleasing myself the best I can…and allowing everyone else to do the same…

Bertha…says…it’s…living within the expiration dates…

I’ll have to contemplate that a bit…but it makes me smile in the meantime…

Jane

I think I rambled today…I hope you don’t mind…just kidding