It's not about me...

I had a nice long chat with my brother today.  It happens once in awhile where the planets cosmically align and we both have time to just talk...or listen as sometimes the case may be.  We talk about so many topics in such a short amount of time and really, it's one of my favorite things. I'm not sure how we even follow each other and if you asked me to repeat any part of it, I seriously couldn't do it.  Once in a while I walk away with a little gem of wisdom from him though.  I did this time.  In our conversation today, he said something that made me think.  He said, "It's not about me".

And he's right.  It's not about me.

This life and the things in it.  They're not about me.  It's about Jeremy and Jacob and giving them the best that I can.  Teaching my son to grow up and be able to take care of his wife and his family. To show him how to do things around the house.  To teach him - even if I fail or he doesn't learn.  We're struggling with his socks these days - He thinks I should put his socks on for him, I disagree.  I'd love to keep him close and dote on him because I love him but, it's not about me.  He has to learn for himself.  I can't keep doing everything for him, if I do, he'll never learn.  I'm here to teach him, to guide him. It's not my job to be his friend, my job is to be his mom.  Because,

It's not about me.

I have a job.  It's a simple (and complex) job.  I make a bazillion decisions everyday.  It's not about me.  It's about my company and doing what's best for them.  I happen to be an overachiever.  I have to put in my all, everyday, all the way.  I can't do less than that.  That's just me.  But, it's not about me and I won't pat myself on the back for it.

It's not about me.

I have a sister that has chosen to be by herself.  I love her.  I have to respect her decision.  I have to let her go.  Sure, I wish it wasn't like this, that she didn't feel the need to be alone.  It's not about me.  I can't make her come out.  I can't fix what ever is wrong.  I can't fix it if she won't tell me.  I can only be here for her when she's ready.

It's not about me.

I've been working on my Reiki, on communicating with spirit, this whole psychic thing and I wonder where this path may go, I get scared that people won't believe me or think I'm a fake or a fraud.  It's not about me.  Let these spirits come into your home all hours of the day and night, let them shower with you pestering you to tell this one, or tell that one.  I didn't ask for this....well, I encouraged it a lot.  But, these messages, these spirits are not about me, they're not here for me.  It's not for my benefit.  I don't even charge a fee.

It's not about me.

So many things I do, it's not for the recognition - if that was the case, I'd list them here for all the world to see, I do them to fill a need, to follow my heart, to give someone something that I know what it's like to need.  I do it to help.  I do it because God told me to.  It's not about me.  It's about being a human being, having a heart.  It's not about the cost or the sacrifice or anything else.

It's not about me.

I guess too, we need to look at other people and the things they do to us, things that hurt us, hurt our feelings and we have to remember at those times to look in and say - this may not be about me.  Maybe they have some other things going on, things within themselves that they need to do or to change.  We don't know everything about everyone and what their needs are.  Even things going on around us, this world it's not always about me.  Pick and choose, not everything is a personal attack.

It's not always about me.