So if you’ve been reading me since I first started blogging (when I was Rebel Crunch Mama), you know about how a couple friends decided that I was unbearable to be around because I’m *GASP* opinionated.
I’ve been lucky enough to not really run into them while out and about in Savannah (other than a few MOPS meetings) but today marks the day that I have to force myself to be in the same room as them. The same intimate space, celebrating a mutual friend’s daughter’s 2nd birthday.
I almost bowed out. I almost said, “Nope, I’m not going”. We were going to be out of town this weekend and then plans fell through so unfortunately I had no legitimate excuse.
So I told my friend the other day that I wasn’t going to go because of these 3 women who have a problem with me. And then I realized that they are the ones with the problem, not me.
I am absolutely not going to go out of my way to deprive myself or my children of making memories just because someone has a problem with me. I don’t have a problem with them other than the fact that I don’t really want to make friends with people who talk badly about their friends behind their backs. I’d rather surround myself with positive, supportive people. But all-in-all, I’m not the one who ostracized myself, they ostracized me. So why would I stay home pouting and having Madilyn miss out on her friend’s birthday because someone has a problem with me?
So I’m pleased and terrified to admit that I’ll be going to the birthday party. With butterflies in my stomach; sweating. I just have to remember to be myself. No walls today just because they’re there. Just. Be. Me.
Because not everyone is always going to love me. And I need to be OK with that. I need to just KNOW that I’m awesome and they are the ones missing out on a fabulous friend, not the other way around.