It’s funny. I’ve spent so much of my life wishing I were someone or something else. If only I were more attractive, funnier, smarter. Over the past few days, though, I’ve discovered something. I like who I am.
I am a homebody. Don’t get me wrong. There are times that I love to go out and have fun. There are times that I love being around people. However–I like being at home. I like my own area. I need time to be an introvert–because it takes a LOT out of me to be around people all of the time.
I am kind of a dork. I love to learn. I love to read. I’ve been sheltered most of my life–by my own lack of interest in experimenting.
I am opinionated–and I am right 😉 I see things from a different perspective than others do. I see things that I probably shouldn’t be able to see. I am always ready to voice my opinion.
I love deeply. I am a caretaker. I truly want what is best for people. I mother people. I will defend those I love to the death. I take a lot of crap, but if you step on someone I love, you’d better run for cover.
I am slow to trust. Once my trust is broken, it is very difficult to regain. Once I’m done with you, I’m done.
I am a hothead. I get angry. Quickly. Once I get mad, it takes a while for me to cool down. I may go 0-90 in 2 seconds flat, but it takes a while for me to slow down.
I will never be a model. I will always carry a few extra pounds, and probably have bags under my eyes. But I love to cook, and I’m willing to stay up through the night with you if you need me to be.
With anyone, you have to take the good with the bad. If I’m willing to take the good and the bad with other people, I have to be willing to do the same with me.
So, I have had time to think over the past few days. And you know what? I like me. Whether or not you do matters not to me.