There's No Coming Back from This

by Ann Garvin

If you were sleeping when a tornado hit your house, the people on Twitter would blame you for living in a place where tornados can hit your house. If your accountant stole your money, everyone in your book club would agree that you should have been paying better attention. The blame ball, in the game of life, rolled downhill and, as often as not, hit the victim.

It was like that old joke about people like me, people who cared knowing they shouldn’t: I’m going to give up people pleasing if that’s okay with everyone.

Just because it’s hard doesn’t mean it’s wrong.