I Do Try

After all these years on this earth there are things I know about myself. It feels funny to say them, because I was taught modesty to the extreme. In fact, I may have been taught a little too extreme. I remember my mother telling me that if I thought I was pretty, I was not. Don’t even ponder a statement like that, it is confusing at its best.

I think I have a good grasp on who I am. On my best side I am soft hearted and deeply loving. On my worst side I can be very nosey, very tenacious and overly sensitive. I try to function somewhere in between these realities.

There are people in this world who take soft hearted and deeply loving and really put it to work. These are my heroes. I strive to be more like them when I can, but they are extraordinary people.

There are also people who are much more accepting of who they are than I am and they are my teachers. I have this sort of niggling feeling that hovers around the edges of my being. It says I’m better at talking than doing, better at wishing than doing, more of a writer than doer. It is right, but I do try to do the rest to the best of my ability.

One more thing I know about myself is that the people who touch my life are extremely important to me and I count each and everyone of them as a blessing I will never take for granted.