Grace
You are the grace gifted to me.
The sense that it all had a point,
All the pain that I rolled in
Stuff I took to healing.
You are my out of comfort zone,
The safest I have ever felt,
Someone I trust the most
And
I love you too
The medicine in sitting with rejection
Sitting with rejection is a bitter medicine. Hard to swallow, hard to sit with. Yet, it's the best one, to help break oneself out of people pleasing. It's a medicine for us, people who are trying to unlearn people pleasing. Some time ago in the past When I was rejected, I never sat with it. I tried to please people, to make them happy, to serve them, what they exactly needed, resources, reassurance, help, therapy, information, advice, right questions, answers, suggestions, space, to feel their emotions for them So, they would accommodate me. Now, it feels bitter So bitter that it makes me anxious, to be rejected. It's so hard to let people be themselves, when that self of them doesn't want me in their life, as a reciprocal relationship, as a person with needs. I know, I had stopped people-pleasing, aint good for the soul. It means, to sit with rejection. To let people be people as they are, towards me too. How hard, how bitter Rejection feels, to be excluded. Esp...
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