I’m one of those people that will answer a stranger’s question in a store if I think I can help.
It’s how I’m made.
Sometimes, though, that sense that “if I CAN help, I MUST help” is a burden.
I end up taking responsibility for all kinds of things that I shouldn’t. I step in when I should just walk away. I try to make folks happy when it is not in my power to do so. I clean up messes I didn’t make and rob the one who DID make them the opportunity to grow and learn through a mistake.
And, to be honest, I empty myself of the limited energy and resources I have this side of child loss.
I’m trying to do better.
I’m trying to let go and let others take their lumps.
I’m trying to shoulder only my OWN responsibility. Because in the end, it’s all that I can really control.
MY words, behavior, actions, efforts mistakes, ideas and consequences.
The rest is up to others.
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