I was always the one to be counted on,
even when it came to counting myself out.
But then, when I started to grow into my self preservation, I recognized the imbalance.
I took off the super hero cape and had a big dose of reality. It is old energy to think, that doing everything for everyone and putting myself last makes me a good person. It doesn’t make me a bad person, or a selfish person, to put my backbone where my door mat used to be. It was when I set a new standard to the treatment I would accept and put in place the boundaries of how far I was willing to go and followed through, that I quickly noticed who the ‘ones who stay to feed the soil’ were. And the ones who used to come to grab the fruit fell away, once they realized they had to step up to reach them. There can be balance. A half way. Where people filled with integrity meet each other, a place that is fair for all. A place where the soil and the fruit are rich and bountiful. That’s where I’ll meet whoever shows up, with open arms.
Stacie Martin
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