I read a blog post a couple months back about someone who said they were really good at 'brushing things off and not getting mad'. I've been thinking about that often since I read it, and about myself. One of the problems I have, is that I remember how people make me feel. When someone does or says something to me that makes me feel a certain way, I remember that forever. And it's times when people have made me feel not so good that I have a hard time brushing off.
Some examples:
~When I was in middle school, I told my best friend something very personal about myself and my family. When we were in high school, we drifted apart. One day she came up to me at school in front of my friends, my boyfriend and all of his friends, and blurted out everything that I had told her. I was completely devastated, and it's because of that I learned to not trust people as much.
~ When Daniel and I were first married, I volunteered to make dinner for his family. I made tortellini and a salad. During dinner someone commented that there was no meat in the meal. Totally non judgmental - just a comment, but yet I was horrified. Only because I was so nervous about making dinner for them. I'm sure no one at that table remembers that dinner or even noticed the comment made, but I have never made a meatless dish for them again.
~ A few years ago, when we were newer to our ward, I decided to reach out and invite a family over for dinner. In a very round about way they sad no. I was embarrassed and hurt. Since then, with the exception of one family, we have never invited anyone over again for anything.
~ I had a co-worker tell me once, that because I was seeking help with infertility, I was trying to play god. And in so doing I was being punished by not having children. She also told me that God probably didn't think I would be a good mom, which is why I have no children. The feelings that her continues comments brought to me, is what makes me so insecure today about being a mother.
I have a million examples I could share, but the point is, I haven't been blessed with the ability to forget about those things. But it's not all bad, because I also remember all the times I felt good.
Like the time Daniel's dad gave me a hug for the first time. My father had never given me a real hug before, so that hug from Daniel's dad is one I will never forget. I will also never forget how I felt when I completed my first half marathon, or when Hayley shared her lunch with me in 4th grade. But for some reason, it's the times that made me feel not so good about myself that has molded who I am. But I really wish it didn't!