Growing up, the teacher comments on my report cards have said various things. "Works well under pressure." "Needs to participate more." "Works well independently." Hmm, perhaps that last one was a nice way of saying that I don't play well with others. That's a somewhat harsh interpretation of my personality but it gets the gist. I actually do play well with others and I enjoy being in fun social groups but my inherently shy nature can make it difficult for me to make new friends. On the opposite spectrum of that, when I do open myself up, I tend to reveal too much and it can be a bit overwhelming for potential friends. I can't help it, it's how I am and in order to be my friend you have to understand and accept every unique and quirky piece of me. I don't believe in keeping parts of my personality secret in order to win more people to my side. All I can ever be is genuine, 100% me. I may never be hip and up to date on the latest slang and phrases but it's apparently amusing to be with me and witness everything I don't know. People seem to find it difficult to comprehend that a woman my age has limited knowledge of certain things and a naivety that seems to contradict the years I've been on this world. Truth is that I'm proud of the innocence I still possess and the optimism in my spirit that life still hasn't crushed out of me, and never will be taken from me. I still wake every day to the songs of the birds and know that each dawn brings a fresh start and new endless potential. Each and every moment, even the ones that challenge all of us, is a gift to be cherished. Sorrowful tears one moment turn into laughter in the next breath, and the warmth of the sun banishes the coldest and darkest of days. Shine!
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7/10/2012 12:39:31 pm
Better to be the drummer than to have to begrudgingly march to the drumbeat of another drummer. But sometimes it also depends on which parade you're marching in.
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JulieAnn
7/10/2012 01:33:58 pm
So true! I do tend to create my own unique rhythm and beat a path less traveled ;)
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