People were beginning to give me funny looks. I couldn’t stand outside any longer and opened the door. It felt like accepting defeat… as if I am a traitor. But after so many years of disappointments and heartbreaks, I had run out of options.
So, I entered the saloon and requested them to shave off my nearly non-existent hair.
Being happy is more important than being right. Being right is overrated. I have spent too much time arguing, trying to prove that I was right about a certain topic. Most of the time it was issues or facts that just didn’t matter. I tied my self-worth to being right and felt insecure if I was wrong.
What’s my advice? Let it slide! Learn to pick your battles. Fight for the things that are truly important. Agree to disagree on the minor things and move on. It’s not worth the aggravation.
I had a frustrating day at work. I was worried about timelines, office politics and impending performance appraisal.
When I returned home, my tiny daughter ran up to greet me. Once in my arms, she cupped my cheeks in her little palms. Looking in my eyes, she said, “Mommy! I love you!” She kissed me and ran back to her dolls.