Most times when you are called stubborn, it is an insult. And when you first called me stubborn, I was offended. I was offended all the way to the bone. It truly bothered me and made me look deep into myself (my truth mirror) and explore my actions. My behaviors. My inner-being.
During a following meditation, I dug deeper. I asked myself ‘what was the context’ and ‘how was it used in the rest of the conversation.’ I quickly discovered why you believe I am stubborn. You don’t like my boundaries. You don’t like when I tell you that you need more protein and refuse to allow you to eat pure junk. You don’t like when I make you go to school. Or do homework. You don’t like it when I turn off the wi-fi at 10 o’clock, after you have spent 8 hours online gaming and need to wake up for school the next day. You don’t like it when I don’t pay you your allowance after you have refused to do your chores. You don’t like my boundaries and you have some how associated my upholding boundaries with being stubborn.
With that, I am proud to be stubborn. I will take that as a compliment. Thank you.
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