Over the past week or so, the word communication has been coming back up.  The interesting thing about communication is that it requires willingness.  You have to be willing to share your thoughts.  Sometimes, though, it isn’t that simple.

I used to be the type of person who would “bite his tongue until it bled,” instead of having a courageous conversation about what was frustrating me.  I found it so hard to say anything because I thought that they wouldn’t like me anymore or I would be misunderstood (I was a people-pleaser).

Don’t understand?  How about this?

Sometimes, it’s not your fault why people don’t communicate with you.  People go through challenges everyday.  And they may not know how to handle them exactly.  For instance, when I’m going through something, I often times cease communication with practically everyone.  I realize that this isn’t okay, but I’m trying to stop the hurt, think independently, or whatever the case may be.  I’m getting better about that everyday.

If someone stops communicating with me, I stop communicating with them (or at least I used to).  If I tried to reach out to someone, and they didn’t respond, I would get mad at them (am I like two years old)?  When they finally came around, I would conveniently become busy, although I wasn’t doing anything at all.  Is this right?  Not by any means.  Certainly my behavior was okay because I was hurt, right?  Not a chance.

That’s the difference between being a child versus being an adult.  I read an article recently that said that we express our feelings as adults in the same ways as we did as children.  Who says being an adult means your mature?  Ha!  After reading that article, it has made me more cognizant of how I handle hurt.

When someone doesn’t reach out to me as I have done to them, I simply don’t get upset.  I say,”I haven’t moved.  They have.  I’ll be right here when and if they return.”  That’s it.  I can’t beat myself up about it.  I just have to leave things in a holding pattern.  Things will work out just the way they’re supposed to.  I just gotta do my part.

Until Next time,

Love & Peace.

-Herbie