When I was little and until the day I graduated college, I wanted to be a lawyer. I naturally enjoy an argument. I like to state the facts, give my speech, and listen to the squad weigh out each side, ultimately agreeing with me. Obviously.
I can passionately argue about anything. I love the thrill of the debate. And while I don’t have to be right all the time, if you’re wrong, I do have to talk to you about it every single time.
Until now.
I want to call it maturity, (I think it’s mostly exhaustion) but I do not have the energy for an argument most days. You think the sky is purple? Cool, you’re right. Want to tell me that puppies can talk? I sure hope so!
Arguing and having debates has lost its joy for me in most cases. These days, I am saving my energy for the right topic and the right people. I enjoy a good healthy political/social/sports discussion with my squad. But do I want to talk about those things with the random colleague I run into at the barista? I don’t.
Getting older - and somewhat more mature - has taught me that I’ve got a lot to give to this world. I’m one of the good ones, and I won’t fall into the trap women are taught to live in where I’m humble about it. I have good intentions, love, and light in my heart. I am a good person.
I want to change the world, I want to help people, I fight for the underdog. In order to be a force - to even affect one person, I’ve got to be strategic.
I’m arguing less, walking away from the debates more, and I’m saving energy and the good word for times that it counts.
You want to change the world? Start with yourself first.