As the Jewish New Year approaches and apple slices are summarily lowered into honey jars everywhere, I resolve to make this year the one where I stop giving other people power to lord over me and make me feel small.
Too often, I interpret a raised eyebrow over my son’s free reign at the playground as a valid critique of my parenting skills, or a studied ignorance by that snob at shul as a judgment of my self-worth. I take to my fainting couch in despair when I let another “no” from an editor crush my dreams of becoming a literary wunderkind. I’m already too hard on myself without tacking on the chorus of insults I frequently imagine–and sometimes actually get–from others, and enough is enough.
I will stop fueling my insecurity, make like Rhett Butler and frankly, my dear, not give a damn.
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