Who are you living for, really?
This question came to me after I had a wonderful conversation tonight with a dear friend. If I were to be totally and honest with myself...was I really living for ME? Or for other people? I guess several years ago I never would have even thought to ask myself this question. For most of my life, I wore the term "people-pleaser" with a shrug and a smile, and I secretly loved it. A few years back someone wrote in one of my performance reviews at work (don't get me started on these) that I was "hard-wired to please". I remember reading this comment with an odd mix of disdain and satisfaction as I held the paper in front of my boss, who was beaming with pride as he delivered this news. I actually got a promotion that day. At the time, this only caused a very, very small red flag to go up in my heart. The rest of me was like YES YAY EVERYONE LOVES ME I'M STILL EMPLOYED WHEW. Shocker. In general, I liked making people happy, and and it made me happy that the