Worst Enemy

It’s me.  That’s right.  Me.  I’m my own worst enemy.  And I’ll tell you why.  It’s because the INFP* in me is obsessed with the happiness of others.  (PLEASE do not friend request me now just because I said that!  I’m up to my eyeballs in obsessions at the moment.)

I’ll give you an example.  Sixteen years ago, when my husband and I split up, I let him keep the house.  I left and started over.  I figured it would make it easier for him to move forward and it would be nice for my daughters to have the home they grew up in instead of having to potentially lose that house if we had to sell it.  Fast forward to today.  It’s a gorgeous day today in Pennsylvania – 86 degrees fahrenheit and sunny.  My daughters, their significant others and my grandson are having a ball in the swimming pool I left behind.  Me?  I’m typing away at this blog under a ceiling fan.

Duh.

Seriously – I’ve done all right for myself and it’s not all as drab as it sounds, I do have my own office in my 3,00 SF home and I’m typing comfortably in air conditioned comfort.  (Still …. I wish I was swimming with them!  LOL)

Point is, I guess I do some things in my life because I want to be liked.  Maybe I let my idealism create my reality. Maybe I have spent too much energy on something because I’m a perfectionist.  But – hey! – don’t shoot me for this! I’m not perfect, after all! 🙂

But I do think I should be a better friend to me.  How ’bout you?

*Portrait of an INFP

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