Listening

Last week I was having a hard week. I felt pulled in every direction.

I listened to a professor, lecture me, tell me how I should be placing school in front of everything else in my life. I wanted to argue to tell him how dare he make generalizations about me, and my life. How dare he think that i don't make school a priority, when I graduated school a year early with honors after facing an unplanned pregnancy. Or how I balanced school, work, and cheer last year and I still had a 4.0. There was so much I wanted to tell him, as he went on and on at me. But I didn't. And that's a lot for me.

For a long time I've been the girl who will argue her point to the end. I haven't let one guy treat me wrong, without me standing up for myself in a long time. I am blunt, I am argumentative, and I speak my mind. A lot! I don't let people disrespect me. It's just not in me.

But lately I've found myself just sitting back and listening. If one person really feels the need to say something to me I just listen. I don't argue, or agree, I just listen. Sometimes it's just worth the fight. They may not know or situation, want know, or could even understand. Let them judge you, let them think what they want, because in the end you know what you am doing. 

In the end I know I am doing my best. Even if all I do is get out of bed some days, as long as it's my best, that's all that matters.