This is me.
Today I was retreiving my lunch at a local coffee shop when I met an old man vasking in the glories of the day. The sun was shining, a light breeze clung to the air, and the scent of flowers wafted throughout the campus. As I walked by this particular old man I greeted him with an eager smile. He returned the gesture volunteering his views on weather. " What a beautiful day this is!" he said in a hushed but excited tone. "Oh yes it is," I said. He laughed and smiled once more, "We deserve it!" I agreed. I love those chance meetings with unique people who will talk to anyone. Why don't we do that more often? I find that when you're older you do engage in conversation with strangers more willingly. Leaving my new friend, I felt very uplifted and I smiled unabashedly showing that my day had taken a positive change.
If you were to look at who you really are, would you know what you're made of? Would you be able to discern between the man and the manmade? In other words, under all of the unreal, could you identify the man or woman inside? I have been asking myself this question a lot lately. I have a tendency to be introspective;I carry this need to explore the very thread that stitches me together. Why am I the way I am and how did I arrive at this persona? Are we just born to be ourselves or are we influenced and learned personalities? Are you true to yourself?
I think I'm getting there! I've got news for you ladies...and Thomas. In case you haven't noticed, I'm real. And proud of it.
I'm generally an upbeat person, I sing everywhere I go. I rarely get angry unless I'm tired but even then I am bound to supress my temper. I cry at the drop of a hat whether it be because I'm sad or accessively happy. Heck I'll even cry if I see someone else crying for either of those reasons. I laugh out loud at anything that strikes me funny, but beware, I have many different laughs. They each hold they're own life and hold their own subtext. I care about people, sometimes more than I should. Some days, I am the most secure person you could meet and when I'm lucky I have a strong sense of self. Other days, I doubt everything from my hair style to the way chose to address a certain situation. I tell it like it is and only lie when it concerns protecting certain people from being hurt.
I'll never be a mysterious person. I just don't hold that aura. I tick right out there on the front lines. Here I am world. What you see is what you get! I wear my heart on my sleeve and express every emotion openly. I'm a nervous person, anxiety ridden, far from calm, and almost never at ease. I'm driven and motivated, talented and intelligent. I have a lot to offer and if you don't want it, well that's just too bad. You'll probably get it anyway. If you don't like me, well, that's hurtful, but I'll survive. There are others out there who could use me were you couldn't.
I'm encouraging and positive. I can inspire anyone around me if I feel they need to be uplifted. Most often I can give out the most positve advice to others but am never able to follow it for myself. I can help people do great things but can never turn it around to my own experiences. This has always been the case. When I was six I taught everyone in the neighborhood how to ride their bikes without training wheels before I even knew how. When it came to my turn, I was too afraid. Oye. I'm getting past this.
I'm competative; I always want to be the best and one day I will realize that its just not worth it. I've come to that point in my life where I'm tired of caring what people think of me. I'm tired of minor insecurities. I have them and that's that.They are as much a part of me as is the nose on my face. I will no longer feed them. I'm on this new kick to be exactly as God intended.
I love to work out. The other day I learned a fabulous lesson in my work out. I just started TURBO JAM. Love it. Ofcourse I would. Tons of energy in this one work out. Anyway, I was going through these tapes and just about dying within the first ten minutes. I re-elvaluated my situation. I'm not out of shape, I should be able to do this. Oh yeah...I'm trying too hard. So I started up again with a new attitude. Take it easy, indulge slowly, go at YOUR own pace, you'll eventually get there. Now I'm making it through the work out. Such is life. No more trying to be me, I just AM!
Oh I could go on. And you could too. Feel free to tell me what makes you tick. I'm interested to know.
If you were to look at who you really are, would you know what you're made of? Would you be able to discern between the man and the manmade? In other words, under all of the unreal, could you identify the man or woman inside? I have been asking myself this question a lot lately. I have a tendency to be introspective;I carry this need to explore the very thread that stitches me together. Why am I the way I am and how did I arrive at this persona? Are we just born to be ourselves or are we influenced and learned personalities? Are you true to yourself?
I think I'm getting there! I've got news for you ladies...and Thomas. In case you haven't noticed, I'm real. And proud of it.
I'm generally an upbeat person, I sing everywhere I go. I rarely get angry unless I'm tired but even then I am bound to supress my temper. I cry at the drop of a hat whether it be because I'm sad or accessively happy. Heck I'll even cry if I see someone else crying for either of those reasons. I laugh out loud at anything that strikes me funny, but beware, I have many different laughs. They each hold they're own life and hold their own subtext. I care about people, sometimes more than I should. Some days, I am the most secure person you could meet and when I'm lucky I have a strong sense of self. Other days, I doubt everything from my hair style to the way chose to address a certain situation. I tell it like it is and only lie when it concerns protecting certain people from being hurt.
I'll never be a mysterious person. I just don't hold that aura. I tick right out there on the front lines. Here I am world. What you see is what you get! I wear my heart on my sleeve and express every emotion openly. I'm a nervous person, anxiety ridden, far from calm, and almost never at ease. I'm driven and motivated, talented and intelligent. I have a lot to offer and if you don't want it, well that's just too bad. You'll probably get it anyway. If you don't like me, well, that's hurtful, but I'll survive. There are others out there who could use me were you couldn't.
I'm encouraging and positive. I can inspire anyone around me if I feel they need to be uplifted. Most often I can give out the most positve advice to others but am never able to follow it for myself. I can help people do great things but can never turn it around to my own experiences. This has always been the case. When I was six I taught everyone in the neighborhood how to ride their bikes without training wheels before I even knew how. When it came to my turn, I was too afraid. Oye. I'm getting past this.
I'm competative; I always want to be the best and one day I will realize that its just not worth it. I've come to that point in my life where I'm tired of caring what people think of me. I'm tired of minor insecurities. I have them and that's that.They are as much a part of me as is the nose on my face. I will no longer feed them. I'm on this new kick to be exactly as God intended.
I love to work out. The other day I learned a fabulous lesson in my work out. I just started TURBO JAM. Love it. Ofcourse I would. Tons of energy in this one work out. Anyway, I was going through these tapes and just about dying within the first ten minutes. I re-elvaluated my situation. I'm not out of shape, I should be able to do this. Oh yeah...I'm trying too hard. So I started up again with a new attitude. Take it easy, indulge slowly, go at YOUR own pace, you'll eventually get there. Now I'm making it through the work out. Such is life. No more trying to be me, I just AM!
Oh I could go on. And you could too. Feel free to tell me what makes you tick. I'm interested to know.