I’m usually pretty happy. If I’m bored, I can usually find entertainment. If I’m mad, I can hug my husband. If I’m sad, I can hug my husband. (he “gets” me.) I’m usually pretty happy.
I love my husband more than anything ever, in my life.
I like most everyone. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt, long after most people have given up. (I still wonder if O.J. was framed…)
I believe in my heart, that basically, people are good and we’re all doing the best we can.
I love my children more than I ever thought possible and I’m so thankful that they’re here. I try to be a good Mom to them.
I try not to hold onto negative feelings. I try to let them go. I don’t enjoy drama or politics or worry. I don’t like being a victim and I don’t want anyone to feel sorry for me.
I find it almost impossible to ask for help. I’m painfully aware of asking for too much. I don’t want to risk that… ever. I have an irrational fear of disappointing the people I love.
I don’t have many friends but I do care about a lot of people. I’m not a very good friend because it’s hard for me to put myself in someone else’s hands. I don’t like feeling vulnerable. It’s very unpleasant. I’m way to sensitive and I get my feelings hurt way too easily.
I’m a home body and I like having lots of time to myself. I’m very productive and centered when I have time to organize my thoughts. Otherwise, I can seem scatter brained. (my husband will confirm this.)
So that’s a little about me. I’m a nice person. I try to do the right thing. I have a good set of morals and a healthy work ethic and a desire to please God (even though I don’t talk about that a lot. It’s a personal thing for me… my relationship with God.)
I’m a good person.