The last few days have been tough for me. There may have been some negative self-talk, a few heated conversations with my reflection in the mirror, and a general feeling of discontent. Yesterday I indulged in too much coffee, not enough water, and an all day marathon of bad TV.
And here it is, a dreary, rainy Monday, and I feel like Mother Nature rolled out the perfect accessory to match my mood.
I think, on days like today, it’s important to figure out a way to turn my frown upside down. There’s no real reason for me to be feeling blue. I haven’t been defeated, or received any bad news, or experienced anything life altering.
And so I’m going to join my friends at Be Enough Me today. I’m going to wipe away that stray tear, dig deep for my happy, and share with you the things I like best about being ME.
I’m a free love kinda gal.
Wait, let me explain that statement. There’s no wall around this heart–I will love you and support you–friend, family member, husband, pet, UPS guy, nice lady at the Publix bakery–until you give me a real reason not to. (For instance, if you tell me there aren’t any more brioche rolls, that might be reason enough for us to break up.)
I am known in my little circle of friends as The Queen of Facial Expressions.
OK, so, maybe they don’t actually refer to me that way. Can I institute a new nickname, guys? Or maybe you could just curtsy when I pull my face the next time you say something funny. ‘Kay?
I laugh too loud, I gesticulate wildly, and I will always go for the laugh (even if it means I have to throw myself onto the proverbial comedy sword to get it.)
I’m good with being the loud, silly, crazy person in most social situations. I may come across to your more sophisticated friends as Ghettorific Rita from the block, but trust me when I say that you will never be bored when I’m around.
I have a really broad sense of humor.
I think silly inspirational posters, Sheldon Cooper, and dogs eating peanut butter are hilarious. (Cuz, you know, it gets stuck on the roof of their mouth? What? It’s funny!) Similarly, I will also chuckle at bad puns, perfectly executed innuendos, and funny Pinterest pictures like this one:
|It’s funny because he says “Boop!” (source)|
I’m a brave, strong, independent woman. Unless there’s a spider in the room. Then I’m a big ol’ fat chicken. And I’m ok with that.
It’s ok to have a character flaw. Mine just happens to be that I scream like a banshee if there’s something in the house with more than 6 legs. Bugs, I can handle. Spiders…not so much. So, if you see one before I do, just run over and kill it quick like a bunny. That way you don’t have to worry about me shrieking at the top of my lungs and trying to climb my way to the ceiling (even if I have to use you as a step stool.)
I’m also a big ol’ nerd.
Harry Potter? Oh, yes. Star Trek? Yessir. Video games, an obsession with a boy band from the 80s, Dr. Oz and documentaries of any and all kinds? Yes, yes, and some more yes. It’s ok if you think I’m a nerd. Because I embrace that part of me and will flaunt it most proudly.
|Why yes, we’re wearing Harry Potter 3D glasses. That’s how we roll, right Rosie?|
I’m passionate, even if I have a short attention span.
Last year, it was jewelry-making, photography, and Twitter-stalking Donnie Wahlberg. This year, it’s writing both blogs and books, exercising, and convincing Donnie Wahlberg that our relationship needs to be reciprocal (i.e. maybe he could tweet me more than once every 8 months.). No matter what project/tv show/hobby I pick up, I’m going to devote everything I’ve got to it. Until I get bored. Then I’ll find something new to be passionate about.
I rock at lists.
And I think I just proved my point.
Also, I like odd numbers better than even numbers.
Hence why I added another item to this list. So there’d be 9 instead of 8 things I like about myself. Did I mention I’m slightly neurotic? No? Well, I won’t be making it a separate entry because that would defeat the purpose of this entry, now, wouldn’t it?
See? I feel better already.