My tapping script today

I’m too tired to write. Even though I don’t feel like writing I choose to love and accept myself anyway.

Karate chop point.

If I wasn’t dying of undiagnosed fibroids I would complain about my job. Ok, I’ll complain anyway, there’s this new bossy lady in my department who I like and hate and who I have to have hours and hours of meetings with and sometimes she inadvertently insults me because I’ve complained how I can’t wait to get out of this sales job. I hate sales.

I almost wrote cells. Some cells suck too. I hate selling and I’m terrible at it. So she has made comments a few times like “When we get a real salesperson in the job . . . ” actually, maybe I said that and I’m projecting that comment onto her.

Ok, if she didn’t say the phrase in words, she said it energetically. The point is that it hurt my feelings. I can say that about myself, but no one else is allowed to say it, at least to my face. It hurt my feelings. It currently hurts my feelings because I feel like, how many times can I say feel?

The point is, I give a lot to my job but it feels like people don’t notice and just take it for granted and even if my sales numbers are not rocketing, I’ve kept our dumb ass department running in a lot of other ways.

Even though I sometimes suck at my job and everyone else at my job also sucks, I choose to love and accept myself anyway.