I like who I am.
Hardworking, optomistic, creative.
Never taking "no" for an answer- yet knowing enough when to step away.
At the same time, not always knowing that it's time to give up. That may be a weakness but that's ok. I'm made up of strengths and weaknesses alike and I'm good with that.
I'm not perfect, I don't pretend to be.
But yet I might strive to be.
There's nothing wrong with that.
I'm a fixer.
Little tolerance for wallowing in self pity or drama. Pick yourself up and shake it off because life is what you make of it. At the same time I'm a nurturer. Hug it out, don't go to bed angry, smile through the pain - it doesn't last forever.
Sometimes I just want to scream. Frustration, anger, hurt.
But the moment passes and I smile again. Because truly, life is beautiful. A gift- and it's far too short. I try my best every day, and there is nothing more I can do than that.
I love my life. And all of those who are in it. And I enjoy every single day, even when they might not go exactly the way I had hoped they would when I opened my eyes in the morning.
And I'm okay with that. Because it's MY life. And it's perfectly imperfect and that's how it should be.