Trigger warning- women tearing other women down ( or trying )
Something happened today that made me question my path. That’s a terrifying feeling, especially if you put your heart and soul into what you do. Another women tried to cut me down; and with the words she used, it almost worked. Trust me, lol I have screen shots .
But seriously. Another women dug really deep to say some things that would be personal to me, that she hoped would influence me to stop pursuing my dreams. All because why? I challenged her about something controversial that she posted on the internet. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗧. The land of “ here’s my shit, everyone read it and tell me what you think” and it made her uncomfortable. That is some seriously fucked up shit, I’m not even sorry for swears.
But here’s the thing, she can’t tear me down. No one can take you off the pedestal that you built your damn self. What happened to me today; it was a gift. I mean; how often do you really get to see how far you have come as a human being ? To work on yourself so much, to ask the hard questions, to make the changes, to set the boundaries. When do you get to “try your new self out” ? Wel today, I did!
Not 3 years ago I would have been the biggest keyboard warrior. I would have written the novel, I would have had to prove how great I was and how wrong the things she was saying were. But today; I just blocked her. Blocked her again I might add, blocked the personal account yesterday and when she realized she had to message “pathetic” me on her business account, I blocked her there too. No reply. I am strong enough to choose not to engage in toxic behaviour.
Why am I sharing this? Well firstly because I always share stuff; but I am sharing something not so nice that happened to me because I’m not about the highlight reel life. And secondly because NEVER STOP WORKING ON YOURSELF. Ever. Even when you’re not seeing that it’s working.
Trust, that it is. I got down on my knees and asked for a sign that I was indeed on the right path. I asked to see a colourful bird or a colourful butterfly, and while waiting for Ry at school pick up, I look down to see this. As Ry would put it “it’s not a butterfly or a bird but it’s colourful Mum and it definitely flies”