
My little sister and I were commiserating on the phone last week about our shared propensity for people-pleasing. Well, actually, she was telling me how much she admires my ability to set boundaries around my time, space and energy. And listening to her, I was realizing how far Iโve come in recovery.
โSometimes, Iโm sitting in a meeting thatโs running overtime, and Iโve had to pee for an hour, but Iโm too scared to just leave because thatโs seen as rude,โ my sister said. โAnd then I think, โJen would have been gone 20 minutes agoโฆโโ
Damn straight, sis! We havenโt lived in the same state since the spring of 2000, when she was 12, but my rep in the family as an anxious-avoidant introvert whose signature move is the โIrish goodbyeโ has been firmly established over the past 20+ years. I was a black sheep long before I admitted to being an alcoholic.
โGrowing upโ for me has been a tug of war between a little kid who craves othersโ approval and an adult woman giving herself permission to do what sheโs gotta do. Being stone-cold sober in a booze-soaked world for nearly four full years has forced me to make peace with making waves.
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