I fold

I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned this before but I think it bears repeating.

I. Don’t. Play. Games.

I never have & I never will.

I’m not clairvoyant. You have to tell me what you’re thinking & feeling. I can make presumptions, yes, but if I get those wrong, it’s your job to correct me. Don’t get all passive-aggressive & then be upset because I didn’t ask you how you wanted me to. Bitch, I don’t have time for that bullshit. Say what you mean & what you’re thinking. Life is too short for that nonsense.

There’s nothing really in particular that made me think of this today. It’s just something I’ve noticed in my life within the last few years. I think it started around 4 years ago when I was kicked out of my church. That’s when I started to realize that I was exhausted all the time from trying to please others & failing horribly. They were all playing the game & I didn’t know the rules. And so, I folded. I bowed out. I walked away from the table. And I’ve never regretted it.

Since then, I find myself getting more & more honest. I’m listening to my inner voice, gut, intuition, whatever you want to call it. I’m happier, more confident, & in touch with my own power. And I’m getting stronger every fucking day.

To be clear, I’m not an asshole. I still exercise some tact & I will be gracious. I just don’t jump through hoops anymore for others’ entertainment. This tigress will not be tamed.

And once I’ve made that decision, all of the petty people come out of the woodwork. Like roaches, they scatter when the light hits them. They like their dark corners full of whispers & lies. The truth exposes them for who they really are.

I’ve been accused of damn near everything under the sun. And you know what? I don’t give a fuck anymore. It used to really sting but now it’s more of an annoyance. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve said, “What did I do now?” to someone. It gets ridiculous.

And so, I don’t play. I’ve lost friends, family members, relationships, & almost a few jobs because I refuse to be a pawn in someone else’s game. Is it difficult? Do I struggle? Do I end up alone? Absolutely. But I would rather be alone & happy than surrounded by fake people & miserable.

You be you. People will talk & let them. They can’t handle your power. It’s not for the weak – only for the strong. And you, my friend, are the strongest. ❤