Live and Let Live

Yesterday, I met an acquaintance at a nearby coffee shop. If you know me or frequently read my blog, I am picky in my social engagements. Many times, I beg off because I question whether or not I want to engage. This is especially true with someone that I don’t know well, and has expressed an interest in getting to know me better. That’s sweet. Really, it is, but the small talk and random chit chat leaves me wanting to just decline. And many times, I do just that.

I no longer apologize for being an extroverted introvert. I choose to be selective in who I spend time with and, for the love of God, that is the way it should be. How many years did I waste my time with people who don’t deserve me? I can’t even wrap my head around that concept.

I have adopted the Marie Kondo style of tidying up. Tossing out the toxic individuals who don’t spark joy. Saying “no” to social engagements and no longer feeling guilty. Surrounding myself with people that I can connect with on a deeper level. Those that accept my personal brand of crazy sprinkled with humor are my tribe members.

I am at the point in my life where I no longer care if someone likes me. I am no longer interested in wasting my time on people, places, or things that don’t interest me. Embracing the phrase, “that’s a no from me” and not having second thoughts because I am worried what others will think. It lines up with my mantra, “you do you, boo”. Remembering that I have choices and the freedom to simply honor me. It lightens the load so I can invest in those relationships I covet. That, my friends, is a game changer.

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