Sometimes I still fall into that old pattern of being what some people would call, a "people-pleaser. I avoid confrontations as much as I can. I am often afraid of what others are thinking about me. I want people to like me and to be pleased with me. I avoid "rocking" the boat.
I have become better over the years with being more true to myself and my feelings, of being Real. It is often an uphill struggle, or so it seems. In the Velveteen Rabbit, that classic written by Margery Williams, the Skin Horse tells the rabbit that becoming real doesn't happen all at once, it takes a long time. Oh, how true that is.
I keep trying to be the perfect daughter, the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect Christian. That becomes very tiring. Even exhausting. I think I just need to take care of my own fragile heart.