Hey sistah soul sistah

I think I have started writing today’s blog about 15 times. Not because I don’t have anything to say but because I have so much to say. So the only adjective that fits this post is “tired”. Not physically tired but mentally tired. The last couple of days has been nothing but dealing with people’s expectations of things that they don’t, wont and would never do themselves. It honestly feels like one of those damn if you do, damn if you don’t type of moments. And everyone is the victim. And if I don’t stop and take care of their needs I have a character defect. Or as it was put so brilliantly put (yea right) that I have no soul. 

I found this to be the funniest statement about my character that I have ever heard in my whole life. Literally I was laughing for almost an hour off of this comment, that I have no soul. I had to stop and rethink this comment for what it really was.  It wasn’t that I lacked a soul it was that I had finally grew a backbone.

See for most of my life I’ve been a sponge. I’ve taken peoples crap time and time again. People would just use me, wring me out, hang me up to dry and reuse me again. But I have finally gotten to the point that I’m no longer the sponge soaking up any and everything. I’m stronger, wiser and much more in tune of my needs and more importantly my daughter’s needs .  When I started writing this blog I said that people weren’t going to like the new me but who cares.  You can’t please everyone and as long as God is pleased with me that’s all that matters.  And at this point I’m willing to bet my soul that he is very pleased at the person I’m becoming.