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  • cynthiafoustvenner
  • Feb 16, 2021
  • 1 min read

How much bad behavior can you let slide? How many excuses can you make? How long can you tolerate the intolerable?


Too long.


The answer is sometimes too much. The revelation that it was at your expense. Your sanity.


When we let one bad thing slide after another, we are showing what we think we are worth. We are proving we aren't worth much. We are showing, that we believe we may not be worth anything at all.


When respect isn't being served, it's time to get up and leave the table.


Becoming submissive to the truth. The facts.


It's not easy, it's not pretty, but it's necessary.


Self preservation.


It ugly and hard. It requires patience and self love. Faith. Hope. Trust.


Putting yourself first again.


Letting the world know you are capable and you are valuable. Alluring. Attractive. Ready to be considered and appraised.


Welcoming admiration and self esteem back.


Remembering you are greater than the sum of your parts, and recalling quite frankly, that you are downright fantastic. Glowing. Rapturous. Euphoric.


Ultimately preparing to get what you deserve.


Loving every minute.


Stay tuned.


Xoxo,

C.

 
 
 

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