thinky thoughts: a work in progress
While writing a poem to my mum, I made a realisation:
There've been people who only saw my opinions and actions and disagreed with them. Who wrote me off for who I was in the moment, because it wasn't who they wanted me to be.
And there've been people who saw my opinions or my actions and disagreed with them, but who saw who I could be. And they were willing to bank on who I might be in the future, not just who I was at the point in time where our perspectives clashed.
I understand the need to protect oneself - that we sometimes have to 'write off' people who aren't healthy influences in our lives. But I'm so, so grateful to the people who were - and are - willing to stick with me, and not dump me the first (or second, or umpteenth) time I said or did something they disagreed with.
There've been people who only saw my opinions and actions and disagreed with them. Who wrote me off for who I was in the moment, because it wasn't who they wanted me to be.
And there've been people who saw my opinions or my actions and disagreed with them, but who saw who I could be. And they were willing to bank on who I might be in the future, not just who I was at the point in time where our perspectives clashed.
I understand the need to protect oneself - that we sometimes have to 'write off' people who aren't healthy influences in our lives. But I'm so, so grateful to the people who were - and are - willing to stick with me, and not dump me the first (or second, or umpteenth) time I said or did something they disagreed with.