It’s ok to be fed up.
And to want more than what’s on the table.
It’s ok to not be happy with the way things are.
To have high standards.
To be pissed at the friends and family that you’ve supported countless times but they’re never there for you when you need it.
Or resentful at your co-workers or your partner for not pulling their weight and you’re stuck (yet again) picking up the slack.
It’s ok to admit that you missed the signs and things and people aren’t what and who you initially though they were.
And to admit that you have no idea what the hell you’re doing and you’re completely winging it hoping shit does’t hit the fan too bad.
See, we live in this culture where where we’re taught to be kind.
But since when does being kind mean dishonoring your feelings, wants and needs?
Being kind doesn’t mean not speaking your truth.
Being kind doesn’t mean to sacrifice what’s on your own heart and soul for someone else.
On the contrary.
To be kind is to honor what is.