This year has brought on many new experiences for me, most nightmare-ish and just plain sad. Through all of my experiences, however, I’ve had the opportunity to get to know myself better than I ever had before and the opportunity to grow into a stronger version of myself. One thing I have learned about myself is that I care too much.
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I care too much about literally everything. I’m the type of person who is incredibly empathetic towards everyone in my life, whether they are a close friend or an acquaintance. I care about the people that are currently in my life and the people I haven’t seen in literally 10 years.
I care and put 200% of my energy into my education, my job, my relationship with my fiancé, supporting my little sister, raising my fat orange cat.
I care about people who I don’t understand, people who irritate me, people who have wronged me. I understand we are all people, I have no idea what the next person is facing in their life.
I care way too much and I’m an incredibly sensitive person. I’ve had to learn to hard way how to cut toxic people out of my life. I’ve had to learn that sometimes you have to leave people be, I can’t change people. It’s not my job to. I’ve had to learn how to give people I care about space to grow at their own speed.
I care way too fucking much about every single person I’ve met and I refuse to let anyone make me feel like that is a weakness. It’s a quality that makes me a source of support, an ally, a confidant, and a really good friend. Not everyone out there understands the kind of person I am, but that’s okay. I’m learning that there are plenty of genuinely good and kind hearted people out there in the world for me to care too much about.