We all have a snapping point and it can change our world when it happens.
I remember the first time I stood up for myself. I was 10. The bully up the street came over and we had just finished wrestling (as boys tend to do). I was done. He wasn’t.
I sat down, tired, and not interested in wrestling anymore. And he came up to me and said, “Come on, let’s wrestle some more.” I was like, “Nope, I’m done. I’m too tired, and don’t want to wrestle anymore.”
He further badgered me, “Come on, let’s wrestle again!”
“No. I don’t want to.”[Read more…]