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Would You Settle?

Do you ever settle because it's convenient for others?

Yesterday we stopped for breakfast at a cute little diner. It was in a lovely little town that we passed through on our way home to Georgia.

I ordered an omelette with veggies. That's my thing - Swiss cheese, onions, peppers, and mushrooms - yum! When our food arrived I dove into my omelette, only to find it filled with cheddar cheese, bacon, and tomatoes. Now, I enjoy bacon just as much as the next person, but this wasn't even close to what I ordered. Regardless, I took a bite thinking I would just settle. I actually sat there and argued with myself for a few seconds, debating if I should say something. It wasn't what I wanted, but I didn't want to be THAT customer. I didn't want to be difficult. I didn't want to delay us from getting back on the road. I didn't want to cause an inconvenience to anyone, yet I was willing to inconvenience myself with a meal I didn't order and didn't want. Why?

I snapped out of my people pleasing trance and got the servers attention. Turns out my omelette was accidentally swapped with one at table next to us. It was a simple mistake. New omelettes were made and delivered soon after. I enjoyed the breakfast I originally ordered.

Of course, this got me thinking. How often do we settle for something we don't really want, just so we don't make a scene, cause a commotion, or get labeled as inconvenient?

I can imagine how I would have felt if I gave into that little part of me that didn't want to speak up. It may seem subtle on the surface, but there's a message underneath - that what I want doesn't matter, that I'm not as important. That couldn't be further from the truth.

There's a time in my life when I would have settled with the bacon. I would have eaten the wrong omelette without saying a word. I know that version of me, and I know that she's still there. Sometimes, I just need to give her a big hug, and remind her that it's okay to speak up. It's more that okay to get what you want.

I'm so glad I spoke up. And, I'm grateful that I'm finally learning to put myself first, and put my people pleasing tendencies on the bench. It was a damn good omelette.

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