It's not about me...

It's not about me...
It's not about me...

When someone ignores my cheery ‘Good Morning’, I remind myself that it’s not about me. When I get a challenging comment on one of my posts, I know that it’s probably not about me. When someone rejects my work with a dismissive word, that’s fine, because deep down, it’s not about me.

When I’m having a bad day and the courier hasn’t collected my parcel, I must not be rude to the call centre, because it’s not about me. When the algorithm hides my work, I just need to reach one person, because it’s not about me. When I’m tired and stressed, and someone needs to talk, it’s absolutely not about me.

The day I started feeling happier was the day I started to realise that it’s not about me…

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