I didn't make the best grades. I wasn't always the smartest. I didn't finish college. I don't have a fancy degree or job title. I've done nothing spectacular with my life. I am average.
I would never hurt an animal. I treat all of my furry friends and slimy fish friends with respect. I am the type of person who would spend seven days trying to rescue day old bunnies even though I knew I would fail, because I couldn't not try.
I love children. All children. The notion that there are children out there starving, being hurt, not being loved hurts me to my core.
I would do anything for my friends. They have been there for me so many times that I owe them my life.
I give everyone a second chance, and sometimes a third.
I help people even when I should be competing against them.
I remember every teachers name I've ever had because while I wasn't always the best student I respected what they were doing.
I see the art and beauty in books. I read them. I drink them in. I treat them with respect.
I aspire to be big someday. To do something amazing and noteworthy.
I aspire to have a degree in something that truly means something to my soul.
I step on spiders. I'm sorry but I'm not that perfect.
I try and smile at strangers.
I donate as often as I can.
I give money to people on the streets.
I try and hear other peoples stories because I never know what they are going to teach me.
I can't lose weight.
I hate a million things about myself.
I don't always work as hard as I can.
I sometimes yell at my kids.
My dog drives me insane.
I don't like to be touched.
I don't know how to comfort people when I should.
I shut down easily.
I don't hug.
I think teachers are the most amazing people ever and I try my hardest to help them out.
I have the utmost respect for nurses.
I wish I could be a veterinarian.
I don't eat meat but I treat it with respect when I cook it.
I love my kids fiercely.
I would move mountains for my husband.
I enjoy the simple things in life.
I don't run enough.
I don't walk my dog enough.
I read to my kids as much as I can.
I cry when I send them to time out.
I want to give them the world.
I recycle vigilantly and get angry at people who don't.
I rescue critters often.
I don't trust people enough.
But I trust people too much.
I do my best.
It's not enough.
But it is better then some.
I judge people.
I accept people.
I color inside the lines ALWAYS.
I build a mean Lego house.
My husband builds a radder Lego house and I get jealous of that.
I'm guilty of all of the seven sins.
I'm in love with a vampire.
I'm afraid of the dark.
I live in a concrete castle.
But I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I cry to easy.
But I cry at all the wrong times.
No matter how lonely my husband is in Reno I selfishly will never leave.
I would love to experience living in another city (Oregon anyone).
I'm not brave enough to ever leave.
My children drive me insane.
I'm bored to death without them.
I know exactly who I want to be.
But I have no idea who I really am.
Do you know exactly who you are?
posted on Sep. 3, 2011
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