Celebrate your successes. No matter how small. They are still successes!
Went to the gym extra early the other day to get my ass to work early. I went to wash my hands and the woman who used to say hello to me at the gym pre-divorce - the sister of a Barn Person - was washing her hands in the sink next to me.
I walked up anyway - thinking grumpily how it was so early and now I had to deal with THIS first thing? Show my tough face, wear my armor when I just wanted to go work out. I stared ahead, minding my bid'ness. Steeling myself. Mantras in place.
She stopped mid-wash - staring directly at me in the mirror and said in a very indignant and sarcastic tone; Uh... GOOD MORNING.
Sigh. What the fuck do you people want from me? Why can't they just leave me the hell alone.
I looked at her. I said good morning. I dried my hands and I left to roller and activate and work out.
When I left the bathroom - the hamster started running on that wheel.
Have I mistaken her dislike for me for the past year and a half? Did I imagine her walking right past me and staring right through me when she used to say good morning to me?
And even if I did?
This person is not my friend.
I do not owe this person anything. Not any thing.
I never did things with this person on my personal time. I know through personal experience what her sister thinks of me - that was made crystal clear. I have heard through at least 2 people what this woman's mom thinks of me - and I DID have very personal relationships with her sister and mom - for years and years and years. Over 20 years they were my second home/my second family.
And what? I'm to think this woman standing next to me looking so indignant was my champion, my lone supporter in her family's opinion of me? pfft. Riiiiigggghhhhhhtttt. She hasn't talked to me for ages.
Let her be as offended as she wants to be that I didn't acknowledge her existence. She said good morning in the snottiest way possible - I said good morning back to her. shrug.
Let her go forth and tell her family how different I am and what a bitch I am.
Don't care. Don't. Fucking. Care.
And then my hamster stopped running cuz my thoughts made sense to me, I felt grounded and strong and remembered all the people in CA that LIKED me and enjoyed my company - I smiled to myself remembering them - seeing their smiling faces - and I did my workout and focused on my movement, my ability, my weights and hello endorphins.
It didn't crush me to see this woman who at one point meant something - an attachment with a family that is no longer mine. It didn't make me feel sick to my stomach, didn't make me have any sort of panic attack, didn't make me shaky, didn't make me overly angry.... I simply went about my day.
So yeah. Victory.