Welcome to Fit for Your Mind Friday, where I share an insight from me to you.

Choose love. Oh my gosh, y'all, for years. For years, I would gag it statements like that.

To me, it felt weak. It felt mushy. And look, I did not

do weak or mushy. In fact, I would roll my eyes at mush. And if someone would cry in front of me,

I'd get super uncomfortable. I'd judge them. I'd even say, maybe you should go take a minute to

compose yourself. Oh my. My gosh, in corporate America, I used to pride myself on being a

solid person that knew how to let someone go because I could do it without emotion. Wow.

The sad part is I attracted people in my life that live this way too because it made me feel right.

Was I cold-hearted? Yes. Now did I know it? No. You see, I thought I was just

strong. Cold-hearted people, they're that way for a reason. You see, they were hurt badly,

and now they are afraid to be hurt again. You see, when I was a little girl, my dad,

and I loved my dad, but he would tease me when I would cry. He'd make fun of me. In fact,

he used to hold a mirror up to me and say, look at the baby crying and imitate me. I can remember that. I felt like crap. He never

ever told me that he loved me. Now, I believe that he did. He was my dad and he was my world and

he took care of me and he did things for me. But my dad, he never, ever told me he loved me. Not once, not ever. Whenever I was hurt,

I learned that to show emotions was weak, so I learned to stuff them. And when my dad died when I

was just 22 years old, I couldn't even shed a tear. To me, I felt I'd be disappointing my dad

if I did that. Now, look, I I'd be disappointing my dad if I did that.

Now, look, I'm not mad at my dad.

He did the best that he knew.

When I married my first husband and I saw him standing at the altar crying,

I got super uncomfortable.

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