You know, we all have stories that we relate from time to time. Some more often than others. We all say after one or numerous times that we won't do certain things again, ever.
So when, after many years of being used and abused by my family, I said enough is enough, I come first now and I meant it. But I was so wrong. Jeopardizing my well-being to help someone else was not supposed to be part of my psyche any more. That's what I thought anyway! Here's how my particular ego story goes.
Since I was little, they told me I was hard headed - that's Caribbean speak for stubborn - I always wanted to do things my way and did.
I'm fifty now and I haven't changed ... much. That attitude is still there but I've learnt some tough lessons along the way. When I don't pay attention to my feelings, I usually get reamed, big time.
It started when I met an ex-colleague whom I hadn't seen in two years. We'll call her Julie. She was huge, as if she was nine months pregnant with twins, and walking with difficulty as if she was ready to give birth. I didn't recognize her at first and said so.
That girl pretended that her extra hundred pounds was my imagination. As I was out for a walk, we walked together and she related a long, drawn out story about her boss and his demand that she falsify a document on his behalf. She said she refused and I cheered at that; then she proceeded to disappoint me.
She was subsequently harassed and had her promotion blocked. I think that's when she started growing into a baby whale. I then suggested that she report it to Internal Audit.
And good ole Julie immediately started backtracking when she heard that. She was scared at the idea and she said it all that happened a year ago and I've other priorities now. Really? Then why talk about it as if it happened yesterday?
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So when, after many years of being used and abused by my family, I said enough is enough, I come first now and I meant it. But I was so wrong. Jeopardizing my well-being to help someone else was not supposed to be part of my psyche any more. That's what I thought anyway! Here's how my particular ego story goes.
Since I was little, they told me I was hard headed - that's Caribbean speak for stubborn - I always wanted to do things my way and did.
I'm fifty now and I haven't changed ... much. That attitude is still there but I've learnt some tough lessons along the way. When I don't pay attention to my feelings, I usually get reamed, big time.
It started when I met an ex-colleague whom I hadn't seen in two years. We'll call her Julie. She was huge, as if she was nine months pregnant with twins, and walking with difficulty as if she was ready to give birth. I didn't recognize her at first and said so.
That girl pretended that her extra hundred pounds was my imagination. As I was out for a walk, we walked together and she related a long, drawn out story about her boss and his demand that she falsify a document on his behalf. She said she refused and I cheered at that; then she proceeded to disappoint me.
She was subsequently harassed and had her promotion blocked. I think that's when she started growing into a baby whale. I then suggested that she report it to Internal Audit.
And good ole Julie immediately started backtracking when she heard that. She was scared at the idea and she said it all that happened a year ago and I've other priorities now. Really? Then why talk about it as if it happened yesterday?
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