I’m not a doormat.
I don’t appreciate being taken advantage of.
Your lack of planning doesn’t constitute an emergency on my part.
I have a schedule.
I have feelings.
I have a to do list like most people.
If you ask I’m willing to help anyone.
If you demand I help, see where it gets you.
Are you a giver in life?
Have you felt like a doormat before?
Did you let others know how you felt?
They didn’t like it.
Will they change?
Who knows. It’s really up to them to look in the mirror and decide for themselves.
Did I change? Yes I did. I’m less trusting. I’m guarded. I’m bitchier. I’m proud of myself.
Today I gave to many. Unfortunately many close to me took advantage of me. My time. My mental energy. My talents. My pride. My joy. My rest. My smile. It was replaced with anger, frustration and grief. Did anyone even notice?
Overnight I have to glue myself back together. Dust off my crown and smile big tomorrow. For I have people relying on me in many facets of my professional life. I do all this over and over again. Sadly the people closest don’t see how their own selfishness impacts me in many ways.
Part of me thinks they just don’t care. Other parts of me think they just expect me to do, do, do because I always have.
Did I put a sign on me that said I’m a doormat go ahead and wipe your feet? I don’t recall doing something so absurd. Not sure where this happened but it did.
I’m tired of entitlement.
As I ring in 2021. I am hitting the pause button on being nice. I’m shifting to me, me, me. I’m really the only one I can count on.
I guess I’m thankful for 2020 and all its fuckery so I could clearly see what’s been in front of me for years. With the slowdown of life I just had more time to see it happening. In slow motion. Truly sad but true.