Restoring my soul.

I don’t know about you, but I tend to feel guilty about saying no to “family get togethers”. Not my family too much because they are chill. My sibling inlaws stuff lets say there are fundamental differences in our life philosophy that are insurmountable. 

For twenty years I have put on a brave face and turned up to countless birthdays, anniversaries and Christenings. Out of a sheer need to please these people who basically raised my husband.

This year however, I have become a student of Sarah Knight’s Art of not giving a fuck and “You do you”. I realise that my resentment at having to pretend to get along to save face for twenty years has eroded our relationship down to only seeing each other at these obligatory events. I have decided to release myself from these obligations and choose joy over annoy. 

In doing so I also release them of any obligation they may also feel to attend any of my childrens birthdays or celebrations. No hard feelings just relief of the stress that eats at our individual stomach linings for the weeks leading up to the event, only to pass as slowly as the ensuing hangover caused by drinking too much cheap wine on the night just to keep up appearances.

I am being brave putting this out there because I am quite sure someone they know will read this and dob on me. 

However the Nothing but the truth mantra applies to my life too. I no longer wish to waste my “f**k bucks” on events that no longer serve me or others.

Please let me know your “no f**ks given” stories below.

Namaste