For a very long time, I had a desperate need to believe that there is good in everybody. I thought the best of people. I made excuses for people. I was forgiving. I gave people second chances… and third and fourth and... ugh..
I was hopeful. Optimistic. Hurting.
I now know that I had this self-inflicted doormat syndrome because I needed others to believe the best about me. I needed to know that people believed that I was trying; that I was a good person who sometimes made stupid mistakes. I gave people what I was starving for: acceptance.
Unfortunately, this unfiltered, unchecked, misguided way of thinking led to heartache and frustration. Unfettered tolerance is as good as a kick in the teeth. (Hello, fellow do-gooders, can I get a witness?!)
Since my weary, dreary doormat days, I have learned to balance grace with justice; wisdom with kindness, and desire with goodness. I have learned to offer all of these things to myself. And to, above all, receive them from God.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Just be.
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Hi! My name is Melinda. I'm a saved-by-grace-er, lifelong learner, INFJ, health & fitness trynabe, Mom, #vanlifer, mental health vlogger, and Director & Clinical Supervisor at a Child & Family Therapy Practice in Northern California.
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