I think I’m harder than I used to be. But when I get my feelings hurt, I realize how sensitive I really am. Sometimes I use the sassyness to keep people at arm’s length. I think I’m more sweet than sassy, though. (But I’m not sure.)
I sometimes talk too much and repeat things that aren’t amusing just to fill silences. But I think a comfortable silence is one of the most valuable things two people can share. When I feel vulnerable, I want my closest friends around, even if we don’t do anything.
I’m a daddy’s girl. I used to regularly hurt my mom’s feelings (when I was little) by pushing her away and crying, “I don’t want you, I want GEE!” I hurt my dad’s feelings when I stopped calling him Gee and started calling him Daddy.
I feel guilty when people buy me presents that I don’t like. I cry when I get angry, or sad, or frustrated, or stressed out. Sometimes I think I should leave my stressful profession for a desk job that I wouldn’t take home with me.
I worry too much and pray too little. I’m slow to trust people, but once I do, I’m fiercely loyal. I’m also a little self-centered.
I think driving with the windows down in the rain is a good idea. It’s even better if you can smell the lightning. I’m not athletic and I hate sweating, but I like to play outside sometimes anyway.
I’m not afraid to run through leaves like a child, and sometimes I get so excited about a conversation that I talk with my mouth full. I’m kind of a nerd, and I don’t really have a problem with it.
I’m messy — not in keeping house, but in my faith and in who I am. The older I get, the more I realize how imperfect I am. But that leaves me appreciating grace even more.