You’ve got to give yourself permission to not have the answers, to survive things going amiss, to exert less energy into bullshit, and trust you’ll be okay. This doesn’t mean become stagnant or coast in mediocrity, but find solace in relinquishing the idea of control. Simply do your best, and vow to…
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How I Learned to Stop Being a “Chill Girl” and Start Being Me
Stop giving apologies you don’t owe. Rightfully take up space. Know you have something of value to add to the conversation. Know when to shush and just listen. Rustle feathers. Do more things that make you nervous. Do that thing people in your life won’t get but ultimately makes you feel fulfilled.…
I, as do you, deserve a seat at the table, flaws and all.
We don’t have to morph into something disingenuous for the sake of appeasing others.
No one’s comfort is more important than my peace of mind and well-being, and I need to stop feeling guilty about that.
Get comfortable saying no. Once a people-pleaser realizes the world won’t crumble into smithereens if she says no or changes her mind, it’s a new day.
I wish for a speedy death to the chill girl within all of us, a kiss of death to the malleable shell of ourselves surviving only on our socialized compulsion to people please. And a long and fruitful life to the woman who has patiently been waiting underneath.
We are each so deliciously complex and messy; what better way to pay homage to these multiplicities than to feel, to express, and to carve out space to navigate as our purest self?
Having needs and expectations doesn’t make me difficult or some insatiable monster.
A fixation on being perceived as nice or ‘sooo chill’ is a colossal waste of time.
Perhaps the most exhausting part of the charade was time spent watching myself through the lens of others; contorting myself into something more palatable for the next person; shouldering guilt and expectations that weren’t mine to bear.
Perhaps the most exhausting part of the charade was time spent watching myself through the lens of others; contorting myself into something more palatable for the next person; shouldering guilt and expectations that weren’t mine to bear; and swallowing discomfort when I wanted to bellow, 'I’m not ok…