Maybe I give, and I give, and I give until I have nothing to give away . . .
and maybe that makes me a great person to others and a bad person to myself,
but I can’t help the satisfaction of feeling needed, of giving so I can make the lives of others easier.
And maybe I do have an empty cup too often . . .
but in the mind of every people-pleaser out there is the fulfillment of knowing that even though our cup is empty, maybe someone else’s is full.
Someone we love.
Maybe that makes me Superwoman to others and kryptonite to myself.
But at least someone out there is happy, even just for that one moment I helped.
And maybe that makes the feeling of being an empty cup not so empty when I know I am wrapped in the cape of selflessness and kindness . . . and superstardom.