I have a special gift of taking things personally. This was a problem for me in the early years of my marriage because whenever my husband would say something, I could take it personally and thus, give him the Silent Treatment for no good reason at all. Other than my giftedness.
He said something yesterday and now that I’m 45, I just looked at him, considered whether to Take It Personally, and then decided to stop it. Just. Stop.
“I considered taking that personally, but I’m just too tired.”
And that was that.
Though I do admit that I pondered his words and I considered beating myself up–how can one just refuse to Take It Personally when one is gifted?
(What did he say? I know you’re wondering . . . I was complaining–I am also an exceptionally gifted complainer–and he said, “You know, some moms actually like doing all that stuff.” And I . . . decided not to take that as an insult. Because, really, he’s right. Right? Some moms go happily berserk creating things and planning things and wrapping things and filling a hundred and twenty eggs with wrapped candy for the backyard Easter Egg Hunt. But me? I do that stuff but it makes tired and wears me out. And so I said, “You know, holidays were a lot more fun before I was the Mom.” Which is true.)
Frankly, I thought I would love doing all the mom-stuff more than I do. Then again, I never thought I’d be such an old mom, nor did I think I’d be a full-time working mom. Life surprised me.
But I’m not Taking It Personally.