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It's dumped on me!?

I volunteered for things. I want to work, learn skills and embrace my being. I wanted to say yes to everything that would come my way. Challenges and changes pushes a person to grow and become independent, for come what may.

Does that sound perfect ? Does it work always ?  Shall we trust it blindly, irrespective of what you feel ?

I say yes to everything I can. I do whatever it takes , to do whatever is possible to happen, with my contribution to it. I feel good after it. I feel worth it, for the achievement, for the rewards and regards.

And for the same reasons, many times I feel I do get dumped with work, which needs to be refused. I have faced it myself and have dumped it further as well.

Not fair, I know.

I realised it today too.

Refusal is hard.  Setting boundaries even harder. 


I think about the forces present on the head of dumper that made the whole thing to happen. 

How to solve it, I don't know.

How to set boundaries, I don't know.

Which decision is correct, I don't know.



Is there a solution ?

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