There is a story that I have been telling myself for years. It is time for me to stop. The story goes that I am conflict averse. I think the root is how uncomfortable I find it. My heart races to the point I get truly concerned other people can hear it. My voice gets unsteady. My mind speeds off to consider all the negative what if scenarios. The thought of engaging in conflict, of speaking up to address issues, scares me. It is true I don’t like the feelings that come with conflict and would much rather complain instead of addressing issues head on. But, I do it anyway.
I have learned the importance of speaking up, instead of resenting a person who was never given the opportunity to change. I speak directly to people, instead of just complaining behind their backs. I give myself the gift of seeking resolution, even though I could easily claim to let it go (but definitely hold on tight and bring it up later). I do these things, not because they come easy to me, but because I believe I am worth it. Sitting in those negative emotions is a tiny sacrifice to validate my value as a person who has the right to be heard and respected. I still don’t like conflict, and I will certainly avoid it where possible. But the bigger truth is that I’m not actually averse to conflict; I am just human.
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