Does anyone understand what I’m saying?

I hate miscommunication. Especially between friends. Why can’t we just sit down and talk it out like normal people do? Except, which one of us is really normal?

I like to think I’m an empathetic person. If someone explains their experience or struggle, then I will do my best to listen, understand, and put myself in their shoes. Yet, the older I get, the more closed-off I become. I hate that I have to cut people out of my life, but if they aren’t willing to talk things out with me, then what is the point of our relationship?

Here’s one of my greatest lessons in life: quality outweighs quantity.

Yes, I know you’ve heard it before, but sometimes you need to hear it again.

There is greater gain, strength, and love in a relationship that meets you in the middle, rather than one that wants you to meet on their turf. Every. Single. Time.

Arguments will occur. Miscommunications are inevitable, feelings will get hurt, and a choice will have to be made. What you choose to do next is important.

We’re human, mistakes can be made, but what is more human than coming together and healing what should be healed in unison? It’s one thing to heal on your own, but it’s another thing to share a collective healing process that allows you and your friend or partner or whoever it may be, to move forward together.

If you don’t put in the work to heal together then why bother remaining connected? I’m speaking from experience and of my own wounds that still remain open today. Why would I ever go back to a past that burnt down its own bridges. I would have to be the one to do the repairs anyway, and that is even more work than the fire itself.

But I could be wrong. I could be the problem too. Maybe if I was more clear in my expectations, then the other person wouldn’t mistreat me. Or maybe if I wasn’t too nice, then the other person wouldn’t stomp all over me. That’s the thing with being reptitively kind and generous, sometimes it bites you in the ass.

Maybe I’m just tired of being understanding. Or maybe I’m just tired? I am drinking a second coffee, so I’m sure that has something to do with all this rambling. I’m like an open faucet, thoughts flooding down the sink, words trickling down somewhere they’ll never be seen again because I wasn’t given closure.

I’m curious to know if anyone has ever misunderstood you or taken your kindness for granted? Has healing been this constant juggle for you too or am I the only one?

Your everyday girl,

Sara