I was the type of child and teenager that wanted to please everyone: teachers, friends, my friends’ parents, my parents, etc. It was ingrained in me to be a people pleaser. So, you can imagine the shock I felt as I got older and realized that nobody can please everyone all the time, and you’d be lucky to please some of the people some of the time. If I got into an argument with anyone, I would apologize first and make sure, “We’re okay, right?” But as the decades have come and gone, I am more accepting of that saying. Sometimes, depending on the situation, I don’t care if my actions or words anger/annoy/frustrate someone. I’m too tired or fed up to care if everyone likes me. I’d love to be Sally Fields, but I’m not. I’m me, and the only person who has to love and like me is me (and my family).