It was after midnight when someone tagged me on Facebook. I checked to see what it was.
“Came across this going through some old photos from about 5 years ago,” this person wrote as his caption next to big words on a picture. “Words of wisdom from David McElroy.”
I don’t remember writing the words, but it sounds like my voice, so I’m sure I did. As I read the words, I agreed with them, but I found myself painfully aware that I haven’t always lived up to them.
“You can’t force someone to believe you are worth making a priority,” I wrote, apparently about five years ago. “If you try, you will end up bitter, hurt and angry. If a person doesn’t value you enough to make you a priority, it doesn’t matter what he or she says — even if the words are, ’I love you.’ Love is lived out through priorities and actions, not words and wishes. If you wait and beg to become someone’s priority, you’re not showing how much you love someone else. You’re showing how little you value yourself.”
I remember what it feels like to be a woman’s priority.

NOTEBOOK: If results confuse Paul’s aides, how competent are they?
I wasn’t allowed to express need, so I’ve spent life traveling alone
There’s magic in the dark solitude and quiet stillness after midnight
A culture which defines itself by consumption has lost its values
DC hypocrites act like spoiled kids on playground by pointing fingers
Global warming or a new ice age? Anyone who claims to know is lying
Some of us feel rage at authority, even as disobedience can hurt us