When Self-Worth Sounds Surprisingly Simple
There is a quiet kind of celebration that comes when you finally stop abandoning yourself in the name of being “easygoing.” This weekend, I experienced it through something as small as a text message. A friend I had not spoken to properly since last October reached out to me. The conversation began warmly enough. “My dearest , how are you? I replied politely, happy to hear from her. Then came the line that made me pause: “So do you organize those teas and I come be with you and chat?” At first glance, it looked harmless. Friendly, even. But something inside me stopped. Because suddenly I realized something important: if I agreed immediately, I already knew how the story would end. I would organize the tea. I would find the venue. I would coordinate schedules. I would carry the emotional labour of making the meeting happen. She would most likely enjoy herself, go home happy, and meanwhile I would quietly feel resentful and drained. And the difficult truth? It...