If you’re following this blog, you know I’m participating in the ‘30 Days of Truth‘ project I’ve seen on other blogs. It’s helping me commit to posting every single day, since I’m also taking part in The Daily Post project.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
This seems like a logical follow-up to the hardcore introduction to the 30DOT challenge. There are many things I love about myself. Rather than just one; I’ll make a list.
- I love my appreciation of music, to the degree that I consider it almost an extension of my personality. – I love the experience of music, the relationship I can have with it.
- I love my natural artistic abilities. – Art is a way to both find and free the self. Even if I don’t have a real reason for painting something, it surely tells a story to someone, somewhere.
- I love my desire to correctly use the English language. – Language is something to be savored, devoured, spit out, reveled in.
- I love that sometimes I deliberately travel the humorous and well-worn territory of colloquialism, country talk, white-boy Ebonics, LOL-speak, and however else I choose to express myself at any given moment.
- I love that I can find beauty and happiness in the smallest, quietest details. – Being happy is a choice. It doesn’t mean a perfect life, a huge bank account, etc. It means choosing not to let the circumstances define you.
- I love that I am decidedly outside the normal…outside the mundane, the traditional, the conventional, the typical.
- I love my rabid thirst for knowledge and information.
- I love that I am adaptable, almost to a fault. Actually, this one could be seen by some to be a less desirable trait. I don’t know if it comes from loss, but for years I’ve been able to just walk away from something. I may freak out when truly bad tidings come knocking, and feel beat down, but usually pretty quickly I get that out of my system and get on with it. I lost both my parents in my 20s, and my world turned itself inside out. I guess after that, nothing else is as extreme.
“He is his own best friend, and takes delight in privacy whereas the man of no virtue or ability is his own worst enemy and is afraid of solitude.” – Aristotle
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