About a decade ago, I can honestly say I didn’t trust many people at all. I’d been burned and hurt and let down, and often felt like my life was a house of cards, wobbly and unsure. The bruises and bashes of fall outs and betrayals were raw on the skin, or old and fading, or memories that still ached.
It was not a pleasant place to be.
I’d been let down by friends (like the girl who staged an effect coup d’etat at high school, hitting at my lowest point, hoping to rob me of, effectively, all my friends. It didn’t work, thank heavens, but oh how it hurt). I felt let down by teachers (not all, but you always remember the good and the bad, right?) – the one who had called me a failure in front of my English class, famously telling me “you’ll be lucky to scrape a C.” The ones who machinated behind the scenes. The ones who tried to block my taking a class….then soaked up all the glory when I aced it. I’d lost people to geography, politics, and that most final of things. And oh, how distrusting I was of men. Oh boy. I’d been hurt and broken and beaten down by more or less all the boys I’d ever encountered in the romantic field (bar my lovely high school boyfriend, who kind of rocked).
As I said, not a pleasant place to be.
But that was ten years ago, and I’ve grown so much since then. And I can honestly say one of the greatest things I’ve learned to do in that time? Is trust.
Trust is scary and awesome and wonderful and terrifying….but it makes everything better. I trust everyone in my life right now. At times this has involved hard choices, changing plans, and even ending friendships. But the people that remain, I trust implicitly, and I can honestly say they are the greatest people I’ve ever met.
To quote Charlie Sheen, #winning.