Recovering People Pleaser Gone Rogue

I’m sitting here. I’m thinking about some of points in my friends book here.

The courage to be disliked is a beautiful thing. The courage to stand up. The courage to call out harm by name. The courage to find the people that match your energy.

I feel that so much lately. And I sure do feel like I’m falling into the places where my energy is reciprocal, where there is no apologizing, where friends are happy to be a witness to your life-the broom and the mess. Where people don’t demand or control what they want-they allow you to show up as you are with the capacity that you currently have. There is no triangulation. No lies. No games. Just raw honest beings shedding the layers of self and societal pressure. Say that again.

I have never been a person who needs someone to do things with me. I wonder around this world and community often times alone-not because I have to but because I like to. I like to not be rushed. To linger a little longer in a conversation. To pull over to take pictures of the highway wildflowers. To come and go as I please.

Being is something that I honor in myself. And I’m finally feeling like I am giving myself the invitation to feel, to grow, to learn. And in that I’m showing up for others in ways that I’ve never had the capacity to do before my nervous system reset.

The energy you surround yourself with surely creeps into your bones. So. What are you doing? Who is around you? What do they bring into this world? What do they bring to you?

And when you answer those questions. You find your truth. The friendship spoke that balances out the wheel of belonging.

You don’t have to be a hero to have a noble purpose.