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She's been sent as a test, to see how I handle the stress. That's my guess. And I've handled her well, as she seeks to discredit me, get at me, push all my buttons. She pushes and pokes, and provokes. But I'm not going to bite, 'cos she's wrong and I'm right. So I'm playing the long game. Staying the same, being me. Unperturbed by relentless attacks on my work. And it's working, I'm learning, I'm earning my stripes. Growing up, showing up. Being sure of myself. Dismissing the thoughts that seek vengeance. To stoop to her level. 'Cos I've been there before, and it didn't work out. She can shout all she likes, and I'll never shout back. 'Cos I'm better than that.
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 5:58 AM UTC
Unperturbed
She's been sent as a test, to see how I handle the stress. That's my guess. And I've handled her well, as she seeks to discredit me, get at me, push all my buttons. She pushes and pokes, and provokes. But I'm not going to bite, 'cos she's wrong and I'm right. So I'm playing the long game. Staying the same, being me. Unperturbed by relentless attacks on my work. And it's working, I'm learning, I'm earning my stripes. Growing up, showing up. Being sure of myself. Dismissing the thoughts that seek vengeance. To stoop to her level. 'Cos I've been there before, and it didn't work out. She can shout all she likes, and I'll never shout back. 'Cos I'm better than that.
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 5:58 AM UTC
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