I'm a firm believer that not everyone will like you. I get it. I understand it. I accept it.
Sometimes it's easy to understand why a person doesn't like you. Maybe your personalities just clash. Maybe they don't feel you are in the same "league" as them. Maybe they are just cranky.
But what about those times when you have absolutely no idea what you could have ever done to cause someone to dislike you? Dislike you so
much as to push you out of a position without reason.
I'm struggling with that right now. I know they say a door is closed to give you the ability to see a better opportunity approaching. It doesn't make the hurt, the anger, and yes, even the embarrassment any less though.
Three weeks. That's how long it's been. And just when I think I've settled into my new "normal", someone asks me what happened. All those bitter feelings resurface.
I want to be happy for those that weren't affected. I want to enjoy what they have going for themselves.
It wouldn't be so bad if I hadn't enjoyed myself. If I hadn't thought I was doing a good job. If I hadn't heard I was doing a good job.
So what do I do?
Well, after a day of tears (or multiple days if I'm going to be truthful on the matter). I pulled up my big girl panties and began to make the best of my new normal.
I shuttle my kids to their activities, something I was going to have to pawn off on family members if I was working.
I work on building my husband's catering business. And I've been quite successful on that feat, garnering him day jobs with his trailer and fielding calls to schedule other events as well.
I work on projects around my house that have been neglected. Well...I pretend to at least. I'm getting to them slowly.
And I run. I run to remember. I run to forget.
And I know I will overcome yet another hurdle in my life.