I am drawn to set intentions for the new year as the snow piles up on the mountain edges. Sometimes, I choose a word, a phrase, or something I desire to accomplish. This year, I intend to practice being my most authentic self by advocating for myself. Everywhere.
If you knew me, and I shared this as we met for coffee, you might say, Jema, you are such a strong person, and you have clear boundaries and do speak up for yourself. What are you talking about? I would take a sip of my Americano, breathe in the roasted fruity aroma, and anchor my butt into the wooden chair. I would reply, “I understand your confusion. It has been a mystery for me, too. Sometimes, I am my most authentic self as I assert my boundaries; sometimes, I am not.”
Taco Night
I crunched on my fish taco in the restaurant’s dining area as music blasted so loud it was difficult to converse. At the same time, another selection of music vibrated in the open kitchen. It was painful to endure. I found the clashing to be offensive, and it hurt my ears. I looked around to notice that no one else seemed to mind.
I didn’t get up to say something because deep within, I felt flawed and embarrassed by my high sensitivity to the noise. I had a need, and I dismissed it after years of practice. And yet, I matter. My needs matter. I deserve to state my needs, even if they differ from the average person. This is my work for the year, to speak up for myself regardless of the outcome.
You matter. Your needs matter.
I wish you a loving, intentional year.
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