I don’t know what I’m about to write about, but I can assure you, it’s about to get real.
I’m at a point in my life where I think I will start being selfish. Selfish about my time, selfish about who I talk with, and selfish about what I invest my energy in. I’m tired of settling for less. I’m tired of giving up on opportunities because I did not feel like I was good enough. I’m tired of being treated like lesser. I’m tired of disappointments. I’m tired of not feeling like I’m not in control of my life. I’m tired of not having my life together.
So yeah, I’m about to become a very selfish person. I’m no longer going to feel guilty for saying no to some people’s requests. I’m done trying to please people or maintain appearances. This is me, like me or not, your call. I’m going to be more vocal about the issues dear to my heart. I’m going to embark on projects that I have shelved for a long time. I’m going to fuel my passions and go all out with them. If I fail, at least I tried.
I’m tired of not having any clear focus. I’m tired of blurred lines. I’m tired of grey areas.
I will still be friendly, giving and thoughtful, but I will come first. My peace of mind will come first. My self-love will come first. My bag will be secured. My future will be bright.
I have settled for less for so long that I almost forgot my worth. No matter what anyone says, I now know that I am more than enough, and I refuse to choose mediocrity. I’m willing to put in the work to make sure that I’m the best and will continue being the best version of me.
No, I am not becoming a narcissist. I’m just done with all the fluff, so I’m about to become a self-centred woman bent on pursuing her ambitions and goals.