Does wanting to be the favorite drive to achieve or is it a sign of insecurity. This thought started bubbling around in my head while sitting in an epson salt and soda bath this morning. Actually it was born while reading Facebook this morning…a comment relating to favorites. In the past, the desire to be favorite drove me hard in my friendships and my career. If I wasn’t the favorite, I was not trying hard enough.
I was probably my dads favorite…a close race between his mother and me. I think he would have pulled me out of a burning car first. My mother….ya…not so much…the dog was by far the favorite, then my aunt-her sister then herself…I have no idea where my dad and I fit on the favorite scale but when you know you are below the aforementioned you just give up. Thankfully I had no siblings because my psych would have been messed up…*rolling eyes!
I’ve obviously never been my own favorite because I’ve never been good enough….and there you have it….from the hot steam of the bath. Lennie told me epson salts would release toxins!
Until next time….