Who Cares?

I care.  

Sometimes the easiest thing to admit is the hardest thing to say.  I care!  I care about so many things, so many people, and I thought that not caring would save me from negative experiences but I feel comfortable admitting that building walls have only made me more vulnerable but in a loving and caring way.  Now, instead of walls, I have boundaries.  Those boundaries may come off like a lack of care or concern for others and because I care not to explain my logic, I know I come off as cold and distant.  However, I care.

First and foremost, I care about myself.  I care about raising myself, nurturing myself, protecting myself, providing for myself, and being the source of my joy.  I don't want to be anyone else's responsibility and because my cup truly runs over, I can share this love with others.