I Matter To Who Matters!

I matter to who matters!  This phrase has changed my life.

I started to think through what this phrase really means.  To me – this phrase means that I don’t need to worry about what people think of me that don’t care about me or my well-being.  Revolutionary, huh?!

Let me provide an example of a situation (that I may or may not have gone through🙄) to help you understand how this phrase helps me.

“My boss doesn’t value me.  He doesn’t mention what I do well to the person he reports to.  I’m passed over time and time again for a raise.  He takes credit for my work and I could lose my job if I don’t watch what I do or say!  He should matter to me, right? NOT TODAY FOLKS!

Just because he is responsible in some way that I receive a paycheck, doesn’t mean he should matter to me to the point that he affects how I feel about myself

If a person like this gives off the impression that you are anything less than how you value yourself, we both know, YOU….YOU know differently!

There could be many reasons why they are behaving that way.  Maybe some professional jealousy is at play, maybe they are just clueless, maybe they are insensitive, maybe they are too busy to take the time to pay attention and know your value….  The reasons are scattered.

BUT, whatever he is saying or not saying – doing or not doing – does not mean you are worthless and deserve the treatment you are getting.  Nor does it mean that you should give this person that is negatively impacting you that much of your energy.

Granted, these moments are hard to shake off.  I get that. You may need to think of some way to (in this example) professionally work out the kinks in this relationship.  But, when you realize that this person truly doesn’t matter to you in a long-lasting, personal way, it’s easier to shake off mud that you feel has been slung at you.

I don’t do this anymore.  I don’t give this type of person that much power in my life.

You matter to who matters to you.  They are the people that deserve your time and energy.

So, how did I handle “the incident” mentioned in my previous blog post?  After the phrase , “I matter to who matters!” came to mind.  I processed through what that meant to me.  As I tried to shake off the after-effects of that day, I kept reminding myself that “I matter to who matters”.  I matter to my parents, my spouse, my children, my grandchildren, my Father in Heaven and my Savior.  Knowing that they care about me and love me for who I am, good and bad, helped to minimize the feeling I had that I was worthless.

I started to create a battle plan to address what was happening to me professionally, but that was separate and distinct from stopping the crappy way I was personally feeling.  I realized that in a personal way, this person didn’t matter to me one. bit.  If I had met them outside of a work setting and they treated me this way, I’d have figuratively turned my back on them and been like “Pffftttt – whatever!!!!”

 

 

 

The Reason Why

Why am I taking the time to create a blog and devote myself to this?  I believe I have hit on something that can offer a change in how you consider your value in life…your self-worth.

What I have is an opinion that offers a paradigm shift in how you can think about yourself, without relying on other’s opinions of you in order to feel valued as a human being.

Am I a licensed therapist?  Nope.  Have I received professional training?  Nope.  Does my current occupation operate in the self-help realm?  Nope.  Am I a trained or professional writer?  Nope (I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now).

But, what I AM doing is providing my own personal thoughts on how I have coped over the years. I’ve felt invisible and felt like if I didn’t conform to [fill in the blank], I had less value on this earth than “they” did.  These feelings have shaken me….deeply.

As a teen, I saw the cliques that placed you in groups by topic:  rich, poor, stupid, smart, jock, cheerleader, nerd or pothead to name a few (that one just dated me!).

When my children went to school, I saw how the cliques operated that wreaked havoc on them and it broke my heart.  If they didn’t conform to the clique or didn’t have the qualities “they” defined, they were an outcast.  I saw how these groups caused them to feel devalued…worthless.

I’ve watched family and friends spend silly amounts of money to buy “name brand” this and that in order to feel like they meld with the mainstream.  I have nothing against anyone that enjoys making those purchases, but, I’ve watched how people I know purchase what they can’t afford, just to fit in.

I have experienced OVER AND OVER feeling invisible at work…I’m sure you have too! And I’ve watched others take credit for what I have done.  I’ve even had a couple experiences in my work that could have been considered emotionally abusive because of how I was treated.  I can’t begin to describe how defeated, worthless, powerless, cornered and hopeless I’ve felt.

Alright…..I’m sure you get the picture!

I’m also sure you are asking yourself what could she have “hit on” that helps in these types of situations?  Well, it was a phrase that came to my mind one day when I just had enough.

What happened?  Once more, I was in a situation where I was being passed over, devalued, made to feel invisible.  Truthfully at my age, I’m beyond over it.  I am not a person that embraces conflict.  Oh no!  I run away from it…yes I do!  But, on this particular day (the one I will refer to as “the incident”), I was ready to make a drastic decision in my life that would have been very bad for me and my family.  I processed through my feelings with my best friend at work and she helped to calm me down (can I get a Hallelujah??!!).

But, that evening and the next day, it was still eating away at me! I needed for all of those negative emotions to stop!  Every time I thought about “the incident,” adrenaline would shoot through my body.  I’d become teary and upset all over again. I thought to myself “this is SO STUPIDWhy do I care about this person??”  They didn’t care about me in the least!  They never do or say anything unless it either 1) benefits them or 2) is related to their work “besties”.  I knew all of these negative feelings were hurting no one but myself.

So (and here comes the faith-based part of my blog), I started praying to Heavenly Father.  I needed Him. I needed Him to show me how to get rid of these feelings and to know how to protect myself from people like the ones I feel that I’m always dealing with.  I was alone in my car driving home, pondering what to do, and the phrase “I matter to who matters” popped into my mind.

 

Setting It All Up

Welcome! I’m so glad you’ve come across my blog! I’ve titled this blog a “A Dose of Perspective.” What does this mean? I’ve wondered for many years who I am, and I believe I have found the answer. I wanted to share what I’ve learned through my journey.

I feel like I’ve been through enough in my life to understand some valuable life lessons at the ripe ol’ age of 57 (as of today anyway!). So, first a little about me (that’s why I named this post “Setting It All Up”) and then, a whole lot about the name of my blog and what I believe it means.

Who am I? Hmmmm, the age old question. Well, as a child that grew up in a fairly idyllic Mid-western small university town, I was your typical non-descript kiddo:  brown hair, medium height and build, wore what I called “cat” glasses until 4th grade.  I was sibling number 3 of 4. My oldest brother was the smart one, my older sister was the beautiful one and my younger brother was the popular, clever and creative one.  Me?  I felt invisible and very unimportant.

I was raised to have a strong faith base and went to a parochial school. I did okay in school and had only 1 best friend. I was not part of the popular group. I was afraid to do anything that involved “risk,” and hated being exposed to things that made me feel yucky like horror movies, mean kids, or adults that made me feel creepy. I latched onto playing with my siblings and neighborhood kids and my whole world was pretty much finding fun outside when I wasn’t in school. My personality? I can tell you what I felt and also what I’ve heard over the years.

I felt like I was:
• caring to a fault (was made fun of it by a few people),
• smart,
• a scaredy-cat who got panic attacks over the thought of trying something new,
• family-focused,
• constantly aware of God and Jesus Christ,
• drawn to spaces that were organized and clean
• athletic
• a teaser

How did others describe me? A pill that drove my parents to distraction!

I (eventually,) grew up and make some good decisions and some very bad ones. But, ultimately, my collective life experiences have made me who I am today and much about who I was as a child is gone (I haven’t decided yet if that is good or bad!).

Who am I now? An older person that is done with feeling like my self worth or value is defined by ANYONE but me.