-I am …
I am one of those people who cares what she looks like, then doesn’t. I want to look my best, but I don’t want to feel like what I look like is a direct impression of who I am and part of me was born with the feeling that I must impress everyone the right way. I just want to be happy in my own skin, and I’m sure the rest of the world does too.
I went yard-sale-ing with the parental figures this morning, and we also went and said hi to an old family friend. we came home – and before you knew it I helped dad mow the lawn, got some homework done and now everyone is sleeping (both baby brothers & the ‘rents) except me. My weekend hasn’t been extravagant, it hasn’t been boring and I feel fine. I’m a happy person, and I find that everyday I see one more blessing. I love one more thing about myself, about mom, about dad and about the people in my life. I don’t appreciate the bad things in life, but I must remember that only the devil wants me to hate – and I refuse to deliberatly give him *shudders* what he wants.
Anyways, back to what I was saying. I notice that I feel better when I help people. I feel better when I get out and do things. I feel better in the sun. I feel better after deep breathing. I feel better after feep thoughts and insight into life vs. death things. I love being me. I love life.
I want to know, leave me comments if you feel ok about sharing. What makes you feel better? What makes life worth living for you? Do you believe in God? Do you love yourself? Do accept your flaws, move on and try to work on them? Who are you?
