At some point, it took being comfortable in my own skin. May have happened on morning, with three crying babies. An epiphany. Realization, I literally cannot possibly please everyone. To please one, would take from the other.
Another epiphany, was my marriage, some people cannot be pleased, I'd die internally, to continue trying.
Another, you can please everyone, but in the end, where did they all go?(moms death)
Work, beyond appearance of brown nose, comes across fake, and you'll break under pressure.

More than, thinking they think negative, recognizing when you stop pleasing anyone, but yourself, you come off genuine, and suddenly, compliments fly...


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