Sigh of Relief

I am other people’s regrets. And I am fine with that. Finally.

I have entirely let go of that conscientious part of me that has run me ragged for all those years. That part in me that had me feeling responsible to a certain degree for other people’s life choices. Not any more. I am completely at peace with other people’s regrets.

No more offering up my time, my efforts, my energy. No more offering up myself for others to grasp the lessons placed in their path. No more uprooting myself in who I am,

to drive a point home that has not yet come into fruition for that person. Eventually we will all learn what is necessary for us to make progress within ourselves. It might not be at the time someone else wants us to understand it. It might not be with particular people that were brought into our life to help us comprehend. You know those people in your life, where in retrospect you completely see their purpose of coming into your life, yet at the time you were not ready to receive that lesson. It took many more similar situations and other people to break through that dense wall of personal insight.

That was part of my lesson to get a hold of. That I am a post sign for others on their path. How they interpret it, how much they read into it and if they even take its direction, is completely up to them.

What a relief.