Do you know what I love about being in my fifties? Weight gain!! (No, I'm actually lying about this.)
I love owning my $hit. Not trying to hide or fudge my way if I am 'not getting it.' I just say "I don't get it," and hope someone will explain.
I also get to say I don't like something. Not in an ugly way, of course...but I can say something like "I can't believe you didn't stop at that antique store. I'm sure if an asteroid had hit the earth you would have stopped then" to my husband when he drives. (I HATE going on road trips with him because he never stops. Now that I'm in my fifties, I tell him he'd better or I will call his mom and/or not wash his clothes. I'm not above a threat, on occasion. Plus, I have a bad hip and he knows I'll be going to the emergency room if I don't get out to walk around once in awhile.)
When I was younger, I was afraid to tell people what I thought. I was of the "smile and nod" school. I believed it was better to not say anything than to risk hurting someone's feelings or making someone uncomfortable, instead taking that discomfort upon myself.
Why do we do this? Because from the time we are little, we are told that we have to be "nice." And for some of us, "nice" was translated as "weak and doormat-ish." Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with nice. In fact, nice works most of the time. But where does nice stop and subservient begin?
|Downton Abbey, you were my light and my life. Why did you forsake me??|
When you are nice, people can take advantage of you. You don't want to hurt someone's feelings. (That's when the $hit can hit the fan, right Anna?)
Now that I have lived on this earth for fifty-six years, I am not afraid to tell people what I think. I try to do so kindly, and they do not have to like it (I have a couple of friends, so if I don't make any more, then it's okay). But I will be speaking my truth from now on, because it shall set me free.
Speak your truth today, peeps.