I can’t make you…I can’t make you love me. I can’t make you respect me. I can’t make you be honest with me. I can’t even make you like me. These are feelings I have battled with for as far back as I can remember. I was born a people-pleaser. This is probably why Milo and I get along so well! I am sure a therapist would have a field day digging around in my brain, understanding where this deep rooted longing to please others and for others to like me stems from. I remember these feelings destroying me as a little kid. I hated being on the outside of a circle of friends or feeling as if I didn’t fit in or someone didn’t like me or didn’t invite me to an event. I took it to heart, and it hurt my feelings. To some extent, it still does, but as part of my journey these last three years, this is something I have worked very hard on. I have learned to let go of those emotions. I have learned to accept the fact that I am not for everyone. Some won’t like me. Very few will love me for exactly who and what I am. And no matter what I do, I can’t force people to respect me or be honest with me. These are out of my control. These are not meant for me to control. I have learned to control the controllables. I have learned that I am in charge of myself only. All I can control is how I react to any given situation and my attitude and effort. That’s it. I have to let go of the rest of it. I can’t beat myself up over it. I can’t worry about it incessantly. I can’t stress out over it or have anxiety from it. I just have to just let it go. I will be the first to admit that this is incredibly hard for me to do. It’s hard for someone who is a people-pleaser, a fixer, a Type-A personality. I want to control every variable of my life, and when I can’t, it makes me anxious. So I have to work at this mentality daily, sometimes minute to minute. But it’s also been very liberating to come to this realization. It comes with time, practice, self-confidence, self-respect, and self-love. It also comes a little bit with being over 40 and finally getting to the point where I really don’t give much of a shit about the opinion of others.