I used to believe selfish was bad. Evil. Bleh. Boo. And deep down, I wouldn’t admit I was selfish. And still, let’s face it: I am.
And still, again, being selfish is the best thing you can do for yourself. Not boo.
Being selfish means you take care of yourself. Being selfish means you make yourself a priority. Being selfish means you are in a better place to give a hand to others because you are not going to fall with them but pick them up. Being selfish means doing what you love for a living, being a beacon of full self expression and inspiring others to do the same.
I have seen people lose weight and sleep because they wanted to get something done for their boss first. I have seen people faint because they had worked too hard. I have seen people shake out of being tired because, you know, “there is so much to do that someone has to do it and that someone is me, to keep the project going forward smoothly“.
No hey oh wait, “smoothly“? Is it “smooth” because we as a society allow people to sacrifice their own well-being for the “smooth running” of a project / company / something somebody else asked them to do?
Does that make you a better person? Tell me, who says so? Does looking good justify health problems? Meh, don’t think so. This to me is boo bleh bull poop and whatever you name it.
So next time you feel guilty because you turn off your computer before 8pm to spend time with yourself, please don’t. You want permission? There you are, your permission slip: you have permission to be selfish. You have permission to be your own priority. You have permission to stand up and out. Be you. For f**k’s sake.
(and no, I am not forgetting your questions, dear friends and readers. Stay tuned, I am preparing you a lil’ something :)).