This is me. In all my glory.
I’m sensitive. I’m a crier. I get frustrated easily. When I drink even a single glass of wine, I turn red, talk a little too much and can make any one my best friend.
I’m hilarious… I could tell you any multitude of stories that would have you laughing until you pee your pants. I’m also shy about sharing said stories.
I’m self-conscious and awkward when it comes to small talk. I care what you think, but desperately wish I didn’t. I hate being front-stage and center, but like to be appreciated for the things I do.
I’m scared I won’t be able to have children and that it will make me feel incapable of the things I was born to do.
For now, my dogs are my children and if you don’t like them, I take it personally. I also dress them in shirts. This is one instance where I don’t care what you think.
I get jealous but am working hard to release it.
I’m a great cook — bolognese sauce, fajitas, lemon raspberry cupcakes with graham cracker crusts, chocolate chip cookies, tenderloin sandwiches and pulled pork. I’m your girl.
Sometimes I laugh at the wrong time and smile when it’s totally inappropriate.
I’m not scared of hard work, but I hate monotony and tedious, repetitive details.
I believe in Jesus with my whole heart, but I also believe in self-love and the universe… and I don’t know how to reconcile that.
I want close girlfriends, but I have a hard time letting go of the past and putting in effort to move forward. Going all in scares me.
I hate olives, raw tomatoes, mushrooms and any type of organ meat. Someday, maybe, that won’t be the case, but for today it is what it is.
It took me two years to have the heart to decorate my home. If that says anything about the state of my life and emotions during that time… it’s that I was overwhelmed and having a hard time adjusting.
I’ve made more mistakes than I’m proud of, more than I’m willing to put on the Internet.
At 27, I just got my nose pierced. Sometimes I consider getting a tattoo.
My political views are more liberal than conservative which is in complete conflict with most of my religious views — this is why I’ve never, ever, ever claim to have it all together.
Sometimes the world feels too big, bad and evil that it’s hard to consider that it will keep existing even another day — it’s suffocating and if I think about it too much it will consume me.
I feel your pain — most literally. I’m extremely empathetic and while I may not have the words to tell you — my heart is hurting (or rejoicing) right along with you.
I’ve got a really wacky sense of humor and if you read all the messages on my phone… you would probably be concerned.
I hate having to go to the bathroom, it feels like a total waste of time.
I have an unhealthy relationship with food. There I said it.
I self-sabotage all the time. I am capable, smart, talented and full of potential… but I stop myself before I start almost every time.
I have an over-active guilt complex that leaves me second guessing, replaying and feeling bad for things that didn’t and don’t matter.
I’m responsible, kind, thoughtful and caring. I try my best and know that God is in control. I’m imperfect, I’m broken but I’m also living a life that I hope makes a difference. I’m trying to be vulnerable and authentic in hopes that it allows others to break the mold and let it out.
So tell me. I’m me – who are you?