Standing Up...

Since I've moved away from home I've learned to be a bit more independent and stand on my own two feet...I have to be this way. There is no one else to be like this for me. Some can call that being mean and bitchy and I will go with that because I suppose that get's the job done and point across.

Yesterday I was even described as a "hard ass" because I got something done for Carrie and I that we've been working on for a while and I've been rather persistant about. Not sure how I feel about that description but I suppose I'll go with that too.

Since I'm getting used to standing up more and fighting these battles for myself, it's hard to see my close friends both very near and very far hurt in the things they're dealing with. I have to keep my mouth shut because these are not my fights but I can be there to listen...and just be. It's funny that I have the sympathy and empathy to want to help them and want to run over whoever has wronged them but it's different when someone does it to me. My reaction is quite different. I suppose the feeling is mutual because they want to mow the person who's done something to me down too.

Standing up for yourself is quite liberating.
But, you have to pick and choose your battles.