Fight. Wow, this one threw me for a loop. I really avoiding fighting at all costs. The thought of confontation makes my heart race, my armpits sweat and my neck turn red. Oh yes, and my voice shakes and I typically start crying. Not good at fighting at all. NOW.
Growing up, I fought with my brother, sister and parents ALL the fricking time. I came from a house of yellers and fighters. We all still love each other, we survived, but I do not choose to go back there at all. My husband came from a home where there may have been SOME fighting but not like the wars in my home. Needless to say, he is still a bit shell-shocked around my family.
But you know what, I think I will add this to 2014. Fight. I need to fight more. I need to find my voice. The voice that appears when I come out of my comfort zone. And I am not talking about fighting with my family. I am talking about fighting with those who make me upset. Those who treat me unfairly. Because when people treat me unfairly, or I watch them treat others unfairly and do not stick up for them, then I come home and and am unpleasant to those who give me undconditional love. And that's when THEY want to fight me.