I get it from my momma. I’m a total realist just like her. I’m reminded of it everyday when I begin to envy the carefree ideology of an optimistic friend or colleague. I try to stop myself from saying things like, “But what if…” or “The reality of the situation is…”, but it usually it slips out. As soon as I tell myself not to go there I hear myself starting my sentence with “But…” and totally going there. Not only is this habit grammaticality incorrect but sometimes it may come off rude. I’ve struggled with my personality type for a long time now. Wrestling with my blunt opinions and sometimes sharp words. Lately I’ve realized that that’s just who I am and those who love and appreciate my opinion share things with me for a reason. I’m a lover of love and a sensitive person (I’m a Cancer!) so I’m not a complete Debbie Downer!
This is a quote I cut out of a magazine in my early teens and has been my life motto that sometimes was easy to forget when my insecurities got the best of me. Now, at 24 1/2 years old, I’m finally embracing it completely. (I also took this quiz that confirmed what I always knew was true.) I now understand that the people in my life have always loved me for me. It just took me a little longer to share that love for myself, but I’m here, I’m content, and I’m a realist.