As a full-time working mom, I never felt like I had even a moment to reflect on what made me “me”. Sure, I knew I was overweight, needed to step up my wardrobe game, and do a better job with concealing the bags under my eyes but I mean who was I really? Beyond the superficial, exterior things.
Now that I have more time to myself, I have gotten to know the real me. What I’ve discovered is that I am a hopeless romantic, an eternal optimist, and when I’m not happy, satisfied, and fulfilled, you can read it in my eyes and hear it in my voice. Some days, these traits feel like flaws. Weaknesses that can leave you a little vulnerable. You might be asking yourself, how are these flaws? Isn’t it a good thing to be loving, optimistic, and transparent? Well, let’s see…
Being a hopeless romantic who wishes she lived her life like a country love song, being married to a man who listens to alternative metal and calls himself a “realist” can prove challenging. I look at an older couple holding hands on a walk and think – that is the sweetest thing ever. He sarcastically says it’s because he was told to hold her hand. Yin and yang. You get the picture.
I look for the good in everyone and often give people far more credit than they may deserve. I want to believe everyone is pure of heart and most people are good (to quote another great country song). Some call it naivety, some call it overly optimistic, I call it “being me”.
Finally, if eyes are the windows into the soul then my shades are never drawn. If you can look at me, read me, and know how I’m feeling then you truly know me and I’m okay with that. I like to think it’s why I have lots of really close people in my life and not just acquaintances.
Flaws? Hmmm…you’re right. I don’t think so either.