I don’t take shit personally and never have. But for most of my life, I carried other people’s shit.
I was a grownup to the grownups in my life well before I became a grownup. I saw a mess where they didn’t and I wanted to clean it up for them.
The truth is, I really didn’t have any boundaries. It’s a symptom of a lack of self-love.
I confused being used with being loved. I was accommodating because I thought that meant being loving. Being kind meant always being available.
I must have thought that way because that’s how I acted. Boundaries don’t coexist with feeling responsible for everyone else’s state of mind.
When I grew fully into myself, I realized that I’m only responsible for myself. Which means I’m responsible for one mind only: my own.
I still don’t take shit personally, but I also don’t take shit. Because when I don’t take on your shit, I’m simply teaching you to grow fully into yourself.
It’s the only way we both can be loving to ourselves and each other.