I was given some harsh advice by my therapist last week. She said, “That’s life. It’s time to grow up.” I was hurt at first, and then the more I thought about it, It dawned on me that she was right. I have always cried about everything. Tears come when I’m sad, when I’m happy, whatever. The point of going to therapy is to stop that. There’s nothing special about my life that makes it harder than anyone else’s. Crying doesn’t even help make me feel better. It’s a waste of time. Does no one in my life want to hear about what I’m reading? Who cares? It makes me happy, and there are a ton of Facebook groups out there. The world has endless opportunities to find peace. 

People are going to do and deal with the things life throws their way in their way. Unless they are a danger to themselves or others it’s not anyone’s business what someone does. It stops a lot of arguments if you accept the way someone does something. 

Compromise is always better than a fight.  You might also find out something you didn’t know if you ask calmly why someone does something a certain way. It could be something they didn’t get to do when they were younger. 

Habits could stem from loved ones that are no longer with us. Ice cream will always hold a special place in my heart because my grandma always gave us ice cream at her house when we would visit.  She’s selling her house because she wanted to move into a retirement community after a fall. 

They won’t let her have ice cream because it might be a choking hazard. I kind of find this weird because a shake is liquid. However, I would not want something to happen to my grandma for the sake of childhood memories. Growth is acknowledging that compromise is the best way through life. Find your peace whenever and however you can. It’s not worth the tears and frustration to demand people care. It took me 31 years to figure it out, but that’s the harsh truth.