I used to think I was one special person.
The sun rose especially for me. Nice things happened to me for no reason. My job in life was to make everything I touched better based solely on my charming personality and innate sense of wonder and happiness. No one could resist my smile. Nothing could get me down. I could bounce back from anything. My office would grind to a halt without me. My church would grind to a halt without me. I didn’t intend to be so prideful and obnoxious – I just thought that I was especially unique and the whole world needed me in order to keep spinning.
I’ve since learned different. I’m no more special than anyone else. I don’t have some mystical quality that keeps the sun shining on everyone who enters my presence. I don’t even keep the sun shining on myself. Sometimes life sucks. Sometimes it gets me down. I forget to take care of problems, and I face the consequences just like everyone else. I don’t lead a charmed life. I lead a life just like everyone else, full of ups and downs and good days and bad days and laughter and tears. I need people more than they need me.
