2 hours ago
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
I took my friend out to lunch yesterday afternoon. No big deal, just the lunch special at Applebees, but she was very upset about something and I wanted to treat her.
As we were leaving the restaurant, we passed the woman who fired me and the owner of the company I had been fired from. I turned and smiled, calling out a friendly hello. Even though I had been fired, I understood the need to do so. I still don't understand why the person who created the situation has yet to be punished, but that's no longer my problem. I am a bigger person, and I will be okay.
But it got me thinking...since I lost my job last April, I have been excluded from any function these people have been invited to-just in case they were to show. As though I was the bad person, and my presence would make for an uncomfortable situation. I am not a hateful person. I've had nothing but respect for my former employers. I even like them, to this day.
Clearly, they don't feel the same way.
I'm not one to handle judgement well. If someone tells me I can't, I show them I can. Since losing my job, I've been bombarded with people asking if I'm 'okay'. They are concerned I'm not doing well.
I'll say this: I'm not making the money I used to. I don't have a steady income, and I'm wondering how I'm going to make my next car payment. But don't you dare tell me I can't make it in this world in spite of that fact.
I'm a hard worker, and I know what it's going to take to make it doing what I love. And I will, someday.
Someday, I will prove to everyone that I have what it takes. That I can do it, whether they believe in me or not.
The past couple of years have been overflowing with people who seem set out to get me. They wait for my failure. They want to see me fall.
But I know the day will come when I can look at those people, the ones who lied to me, who betrayed me, who tried to ruin me, and I will show them how wrong they were.
I hate to think that part of why I write is to prove others wrong. But it is. Even though I'm not getting paid for it YET, I'm doing exactly what I love to do. And I WILL make it. I will be the one who is happy, while they feed on the misery of others.
Has anyone ever told you you're not good enough to do what you love to do? Have you ever proven them wrong?