Why Do We Decide to Get Hurt
We Decide to Get Hurt
They say that we decide to get hurt. Is it really in our power to control it?
I met somebody exactly at a point in my life that I felt that my life was given back to me! And I think that all the mothers out there will nod in agreement when I talk about the point when you have already decided that your little creation is ready to be handled by others besides yourself. The point is when you admit that you are not the only one who can enrich your child.
So, very independently, I was working again from 9 to 5, in a job in which I could estimate my skills, if any. As much as it was liberating, it also raised many questions about my abilities and the fact that I should pursue a career. But what should I do? What should I pursue? After all, all my life, I was missing the train – school, I finished later when I was 20. Then, I went to university, but ultimately stopped to get married…
And then it came out of the blue, the opportunity of my life. Someone has offered me to run a store located in one of the busiest streets in Europe! After long deliberations, I decided to take this challenge. Then the responsibility hit me: personnel, salaries, rent, merchandise, profits, customers…. For me, it was overwhelming. I felt like in the movie “The Rich and Successful,” I was drunk from the opportunity.
I was earning my position. I was someone important that was chased by wholesales. I had ideas pouring in like rain and learned how to twist all situations to my benefit. I was high in the sky, using every bit of myself to make it my big chance….
Only I couldn’t actually, didn’t know how to combine all this energy in perfect balance with my personal life, and between doing a perfect job, children need their mama, husbands need some love, and myself? I needed to grow up.
It was a disaster, and naturally, I made the wrong decision. I decided my husband would understand; he became last on the list. and my children got the basic things and were otherwise neglected. Now, this was the moment when a friend of mine pointed out my inabilities while she had been doing this for years and developed the perfect combination of her profession and personal life and was swimming in it.
She took the truth and threw it in my face. I hated her! How dare she rub it in my face when I could actually use help and advice or just talk? I decided to get hurt! I was talking about it for days of how much I got hurt, but I must admit that, by pushing me down as she did, I had to prove her wrong! I used all my skills again to solve my puzzle of life.
So actually I have to thank her. She led me to be a better person. She drove me to aim higher, and still, I decided to stay hurt, even after this realization.