Lesson Learned

This week, I learned a lesson.  That I'm not too old to learn a lesson.  At first, I was defensive, then mad, apologetic and last but not least, reflective.  I'm a 35 year old who can be childish and is too sensitive and stubborn for my own good.  What is so frustrating is that what I project at times, especially to others, isn't what I feel in my heart and definitely isn't who I am or want to be.  I talk too much.  I always have.  That is never good.

I read a quote not too long ago that has stuck with me.  "If only people would listen with the same passion that they have for wanting to be heard."

That's me in a nutshell.  I just want to be heard.  Problem is, I forget to listen.  It isn't intentional but an inability to shut everything off in my head and focus on what I'm presented with at that moment.

So, after a long week, I came home Friday to a large bouquet of flowers from a husband that adores me no matter what.  They weren't Valentine's Day flowers.  They were "You haven't had a lot of W's in the win category lately" flowers.  And that is why I treasure him.  I don't mind being called out on my mistakes or craziness and I definitely don't have a problem apologizing when necessary but at the end of the day, my husband and my three glorious children, they are the only people who I want/need approval from.  Everyone else...they are people placed in my life by God for a reason, even if it is just to teach me to let things go and apologize.