Somebody must a' kicked me around some. |
Lately, I'm really on this peace kick.
But what's my first step toward peaceful mental health? Where do I begin? Well, they say let peace
begin with you so I'm working from the inside out. I don't know if
anyone noticed, but I've been trying to be a lot nicer lately. And
folks, it ain't easy or natural for this fed up Grandma to be nice.
I used to be super nice before the
world started using me as a soccer ball. Oh, I've been kicked around
some alright, Tom Petty. And then some more after that. But you know
what? I'm not one to lay around and revel in my abandonment, either.
I do not plan to live like a refugee like the song says.
What I plan to do is to restore that
nice little girl I used to be to her former glory. Or at least as
close as possible. Because being nice to people is what I'm best at.
It makes me feel good about myself. It makes me happy to see other
people happy.
Now, I'm also not taking it too far
this time. I'm not planning on helping people to the point where they
no longer deem it necessary to help themselves. Because, first of
all, that's not healthy for them. And secondly, it leaves me
resentful and miserable.
There is a fine line.
Sometimes being nice to people means
saying no because it's the best thing for them. Standing on one's own
two feet is the greatest feeling ever. So why would I take that away
from someone I care about? Well, I did and I have and let me tell
you, it's not the smartest move for my health either.
So, here we are, back at the starting
line. Step one toward being mentally healthy for me is to be nice to
people without being an absolute pushover. Now, step one for you
might be different. But for this Grandma, it's the perfect beginning
to a happier, healthier mental state.