The power of being kind

I saw today on a social media website a friend who did the "I cleaned house and if you are reading this consider yourself lucky, you made the cut" post! Whew, I can sleep better today knowing that. Not really-I don't care. But I see this often. You can threaten all you want but whether you cut me or not does not matter. I was not put on this earth to make you happy!

Have you noticed some people have over 1,000 friends or followers or snapchat or Instagram friends? I used to think they were pretty popular people. Wow! Now I don't think that so much if you really take a look at these people. Some people are just people persons or think/hope they are. Some have that many friends because of their job or business. Some people are just lonely and insecure, which I think this is more the case. The bigger the number on your favorite social media of choice the better you feel about yourself. This kind of goes hand in hand with whats in your bank account, your credit score, the value of your house or the kind of car you drive the better person you think you are. What matters at the end of the day is how you treated other people. When you leave this world none of that other stuff will matter. What people will remember is how you made them feel.

The person who "made the cuts" had someone comment about the whole "birthday" thing. What? What is wrong with wishing someone a happy birthday? Would you say it to their face if you saw them that day and knew it was their birthday? I would hope so. It is always kind of fun to read the posts and texts you receive on your birthday. It is your day of birth and should be a celebration. I don't get what is wrong with wishing someone a happy birthday. Heck if I am some place and it is a strangers birthday I will wish them happy birthday! It needs to be celebrated! Be kind to one another and celebrate each day.

I have a friend who gets upset with another friend does not text them back. Yes, that is frustrating. Yes, I've been in those shoes. Some people just don't communicate well. Some people are rude or are only friends on their terms when it works for them or they want to be. You either have to take or leave these kinds of people. No, they will never be the text you at 1 a.m. lets go looking for a lost child or I'm driving an hour to see you, hang out with you late at night kinds of people. That is just how some people are. You can't change people. I've gone back and forth with the I'll treat you how you treat me, an option. And I also can't be mean and rude to people (unless you really, really, really, really piss me off). If I block or delete someone in some form from my life it took a lot for me to get to that point and you put yourself there. I am not an option. I've cut people out because they are not good for me or my family. I also filter some people for the same reasons, a little bit goes a long ways with some people. Ironically most of the people who fit in either of these categories are related to me. Sometimes you just have to do what is best for YOU!

I have made my family, kids, and other people a priority in my life and make myself second. And yes some people know that and take advantage of that. They treat me like I am a second option or secondly important. Sadly I have let this happen. And the only way that is ever going to change is if I make the change, I'm not second, I'm not the second most important person in any room. I'm just as important as you and anyone else in the room is, we are all equal. I think this way of thinking comes from being a female and a mom. It's what you do when you have kids, but we are still every bit as important as anyone else. All women need to remember this.

They say how people treat you is a reflection of themselves, and I agree. But I also think it is a reflection on how you have let them treat you. Kindness goes a long way. And never let yourself be an option to someone. Life is too short to be an option. A little kindness goes a long, long ways.

The positive thought of the day: This was my Thursday blog, but guess who forgot to post it? Meeee! It happens!