I have rough edges. I'm aware of this. I'm not Mary Poppins by any means. I can tell you that I'm a pretty good mom and my kids think I'm awesome.
I was insulted by someone who doesn't even really know me today, and it's really got me pondering a lot of things. First, I get that to someone who isn't friends with me, maybe I can come off as less than warm and fuzzy. Second, I don't care if I come off that way. I am not suffering for lack of friends, so someone must find me tolerable. I'm not 16 anymore, and I'm not going to be something I'm not for the sake of other people's approval. I also realize that the person with the negative opinion isn't even someone whose opinion I value, so why would I waste my time trying to change their mind?
Something cool I learned from my sponsor a long time ago is that what other people think of me is none of my business. This is incredibly good insight. I am never going to make everyone happy. That's not my responsibility. I'm not out to irritate or offend anyone, but I will. We all will. Somewhere out there is someone who dislikes each of us. Enormously. Do we dwell on this? Do we live in the world of Monica Geller-hyphen-Bing where we can't stand it if someone doesn't adore us? Years ago this would have bugged me endlessly. I would have sucked it up and done everything I could to make someone like me or change their opinion of me. I don't have the interest or the time & energy to pursue that kind of pointless effort anymore. Cheers!