Crazy situation happened to me where I was forced to realize that I am not only my star player, but am the only player on my team. When sit down and think about all the times I have put my energy into others because i cared, believed in them, and loved them, I get pretty damn exhausted. But that is me right, if I care about someone I try my best to encourage them in hard times, to motivate, to express my good wishes for their lives, etc. I will never change that because it makes me who I am am.
The issue is when I am battling a team of negativity, frustration, doubt and confusion and I look to my bench to see who I can lean on for a little bit of understanding, the bench is empty. So I draw from the team of me. The internal fighter, reasoner, solidier, and diva in me comes out and although I win the battle every time. It sucks when I realize that my second and third string didn't even suit up as if they gave a damn.
Point being, everytime I give a little of me away, I have to split it in half and put some of my positivity in my reserve tank...I will definitely need it.
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