Stop Pleasing Others

I’m a people pleaser. Always have and probably always will.

Being a people pleaser has held me back from doing what I want and what’s best for me. I am not saying that being a people pleaser is all bad because like everything there is good and bad to everything. I don’t regret where being a people pleaser has lead me to be because I wholeheartedly believe God put me where He did and when He did for a reason.

I went to the college that I went to because it was close and my aunt didn’t want me to go to college in the first place, let alone somewhere that was far away. There are many other little decisions that I’ve made over my life that I did because others thought it was barbaric that I’d do it my way. Again, I could never regret where pleasing people has taken me. My four years at IWU gave me people who became family.

People-pleasing has also taken a piece of me that I think I have always craved. For the longest time, I thought being a people pleaser was the only way to help people, but it isn’t. You can do what’s best for you while also doing good for others.

I’ve dwelled on now in several posts that I am in a period of life where I can focus more on my healing. I think one way is to let go of my need to please everyone and do what makes me happy. If it’s me finally making that big move out of my small town, so be it. It’s things like that. It’s my life. No one else’s. When I was a kid, I didn’t care what people thought. If I liked it or wanted it, it didn’t matter if those around me didn’t. That’s the thing about adulthood, you lose that kid in you.

I lost that kid in me when I was still a kid, and I want her back. To be honest, the times where I see myself being less serious are the times where I feel the freest. The pressure to do things how people want me to do them give me anxiety. The tea is that I can do things my way and still accomplish the things that people want from me, and probably better. My way sometimes makes people feel uncomfortable because I’m real. I say it how it is. I don’t hide what’s going through my brain. I’m going to show you me, and if that makes you walk the other way then so be it. I could never regret being me. I make impulsive decisions, like a year ago today I chopped my hair off in my kitchen with old and dull scissors. Some of my most carefree and impulsive decisions have made me the happiest because it was me doing what I wanted before I could worry about what others would think about it.

In this world full of fake, BE YOU 🙂 I already know I love you, so I know tons of other people do too.