The View From Down Here

Before you read why I wrote this post, know this;

Today is the day that we throw away hurtful feelings that someone projected onto us. At this moment, we have to let it go. How they view us or how they feel about us does not matter. Their negative vibe should no longer make us doubt how great we are.

We have to look trouble in the eye and say, “The world is so much bigger than you.” Your view of me is insignificant. One arrogant human will not stop my show.

When faced with people who want to bring our energy down, we have to know they want us to feel small. The desire to make you feel insignificant is on top of their agenda. They want you to enjoy the view from down there.

Please don’t give them the power to make you feel small.

Story Time

I first have to say I’m a terrible friend because I’m a great mom, wife, and entrepreneur. I’m not much for talking on the phone (except for three people). I wouldn’t say I like to go out, and I’m not big on a girl’s night out. Maybe I will be when all my kids have left the house, and I move.

So until then, I sit, observe, and my best friend, and I get a good giggle.

The other day this particular lady who happened to catch my attention at a restaurant was shedding real tears because her “friends” excluded her on a girl’s night out. So she was venting until her heart was content. She said the leaders of her friend group always take turns on who they’ll be little and leave out. 

These women have to be in their late 40’s and 50’s because she stated that the friend group was taking their college graduates to Europe for a big celebration, and she and her graduate didn’t get an invite.

Before I knew it, my food was gone, and the waiter was there to hand me my check. Well, I couldn’t leave just yet, so I, of course, ordered a cup of coffee.

She continued to say that she was sick of them turning on her and making her feel like she didn’t matter. She clung to her friends after her sister and mother died. Then, even more so after her divorce.

That made me feel for her, and I felt like calling up her “friends” and giving them a what for. I’ve always wanted to say that! And I don’t know what it means, but I love when I hear that phrase.

Anyway, a friend who I assume isn’t a part of the fake friend group final words were;

“When are you going to get sick of the view from down here, grow a spine, and do better.”

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You could have chosen any blog to read, but you chose mine, and I’m honored!


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