Why is it that we can feel the sting of an insult years after the words were uttered but can’t remember a compliment someone paid us two days ago?!
Why do the vicious words of a middle school bully linger long into adulthood, leaving scars that we never forget? And yet sincere compliments barely make an impression?
Whatever the reason, I’m tired of it. I don’t know how to fix it, but I’m tired of it. I’m tired of getting a compliment from someone and having some ugly, negative phrase from my past immediately sneak into my head to contradict the positive one.
I could tear your heart out with stories of the ugly things people have spoken into my life. But I’m done. Time to, as my father would say, re-write the script. It won’t be easy. It won’t happen quickly. But it’s going to happen.
I’m going to focus on the positive things uttered into my life by those who have chosen to be a part of it. As for those individuals who hang around because they see it as their job to fix me . . . them, I will politely ignore.
I don’t know why insults have so much more staying power than compliments. But I’m about to change things up.