Little troll says it’s okay to not be perfect. It’s okay to settle for happy :)
As it is Tuesday, and I am supposedly supposed to share a bit about myself, I will listen to my good ole friend, Sully, and write about what I like about myself. But despite what he thinks me having “low self esteem” and always “putting myself down” this actually won’t be entirely too difficult for me. What people don’t know is that I poke fun at myself, reject compliments, and typically don’t go on and on about awesome stuff about me, is because I don’t feel like I need to. Sorry, that sounds a bit conceited. But it’s a whole loving-me-for-me thing. I promise.
It might surprise you that the people that feel the most vulnerable about themselves are the ones who search for compliments, put themselves in gorgeous, glamorous lights, and deny any sort of fault they possibly may have. I don’t necessarily think I’m perfect…God no…but I feel perfectly fine waking up every morning knowing I have plenty of issues. Ha. I know I’m clumsy, so I laugh it off when I slip on the ice or trip over my own steps. I know I may have a funny-looking face so I joke and say how hideous I look. I know I can be a bit absent-minded and daydreamy at times, but I’ll keep on being all happy-like in my own little world. It doesn’t bother me none. I know I can be a bit lazy at times, but everybody needs to be a little lazy at times or they go crazy. Especially in college. I know I am kind of a scrawny string-bean, but I won’t put myself down for it. Everybody’s bodies are built a little differently. And I know I can make some silly mistakes, but so does everybody. I know that I am far, far from perfect, but I still do love being me.
1. I love that I can say the alphabet backwards. It kind of is a useless talent, unless I plan on getting drunk and pulled over anytime soon. Which I don’t, for multiple reasons (one being that I don’t have my driver’s liscense yet). But it is an ice-breaker and conversation starter at parties.
2. I love that I am able to look on the bright side of things, even if it doesn’t feel like there isn’t much good around to see. I believe more than anything that the strongest people try their best to keep their smile showing.
3. I love that I’m nice. It may sound a bit cliche, but it seems like our society puts down people that are just nice. You know, the whole “nice guys finish last” ordeal. But simply being nice doesn’t make you any less strong-willed, confident, or successful. And it sure doesn’t make you anymore fragile. Just imagine how difficult it actually is to put up with others crapola with a bit of sympathy. It’s actually fairly difficult to be nice and get treated with respect. But not impossible.
4. Keeping the positivity thing in mind, I like that I am able to move past my regrets, mistakes, and heartbreaks. It makes me seem pretty flippant about my situations, I know. However, I try to keep myself moving, looking for what others people have to offer me, and mostly what I have to offer others.
5. I love that I am curious, always looking for ways to understand absolutely everything and everyone. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I do not know everything, and that not everything is as what it seems. It’s all part of the journey, I suppose. But that is, I guess, part of the reason why I am so enthused about exploring the world of psycho-ology.
6. Even though I am a very sensitive and emotional person, I am indeed pleased in how my way of thinking has sort of changed since leaving that strange world of Saint Paul. I am more prone to rational thinking than emotional outbursts than I used to be. Or is it the other way around? Not entirely sure yet.
7. I actually do like being very imperfect. It makes people feel a bit more comfortable around you.
8. I love that I place much more importance on the right things than I used to. I have grown to having unbreakable loyalty to the good people in my life: my lovely friends and family.
9. I love how weird I am. I am proud to be a part of a Cheaper by the Dozen family and to have been born in my mother’s bedroom. Amongst many other oddities.
10. I love being passionate about the things I’m passionate about. That sentence doesn’t seem quite right, but neither do I. I have to be passionate, though, because the only for me to get things done is to be absolutely-dutely enthralled about them.
11. I love that dogs and babies just stare when I’m around. It might be because I’m kind of a strange human being, but it also might because babies/animals have some special, instinctual sense about people…and that makes me feel a bit special myself.
12. I love being me.
Well, I sure do hope that is good enough for Sully. Have a lovely night all