Nobody puts baillee in the corner

I’ve often been told I’m too nice. I’ve been called a pushover, a doormat, and ever other weirdly offensive insult in the book. Now I’ll be the first to admit I can have a problem sticking up for myself, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to lie down for anything. (Boo to all of you who giggled or made a “that’s what she said” joke in your head like I just did). KP has always told me to pick my battles because you have to save your energy for the ones that matter. Most of the time, that’s why I choose to remain silent.

Just because I don’t throw out hurtful zingers doesn’t mean I don’t have them. Sometimes, it means I don’t think it’s worth the altercation. If someone is lashing out, I honestly pity them. I understand they must be going through something personal, and by keeping my mouth shut, I hope it helps them to re-evaluate their words or hopefully even talk about what’s going on. Are there scenarios where I will absolutely annihilate someone with my words? You got it. Will I stick up for my loved ones? Like Gwen Stefani, there’s No Doubt. Am I going to snap back at someone every single time they poke or prod me? No way.

There’s a fine line between cowardice and patience, and I’m learning to know when to cross it. It doesn’t mean I’m weak; it means I’m smart enough to know which battles are worth fighting and which ones aren’t worth starting at all. I’ve been through a lot in this life, so I promise I am strong enough to fight my own battles. Know that I am not afraid, rather I am either battling my anxiety, or more often than not, I’m saving my energy for the battles that truly matter. Plus, I’m a writer, so I’m probably working on writing what you’re saying into a blog post later anyway.