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13/30 Weaknesses

13/30- Describe five weaknesses you have.. (Why five? That seems like too much.. )

I don't have any.


Alright..



1- I care so much what other people think of me- as a human, my clothes, my hair, my weight..

I have always been this way. As long as I can remember I have always based my self confidence on what other's think of me. It's mostly people I really look up to. If my mom doesn't like my outfit I'll change (not she has ever made me feel this way, just an example). It's totally lame and I am working on not caring as much. I think what happened is in high school, I had so many friends and things to do and in my twisted mind, I thought that was because they thought I was cute or had nice hair. (Remember high school, when you had no brain? Don't judge) Pretty much what I'm learning is that people are not going to praise you your whole life, (dang it) you have to do things that make you feel accomplished. You have to impress yourself so to speak.. Teach a class, sew a blanket, play on a sports team, be a mom and don't care too much what others think of you.

2- Patience

This is probably my very worst weakness.. "I am not a patient person" is a huge understatement for me. I am very high strung but I am cooling off on the high-maintenance part. Patience is just not a strong suit (I got it from my daddy). Owen know's exactly where my buttons are and he know's exactly how to push them. I try to keep my cool but most of the time, it doesn't work. Living in Hawaii helped a little bit with this. I remember getting so angry and losing my patience with the way the people do everything there.. it's so sssssllloooooooowwwwwwww. From driving (speed limit 25) to talking. Believe it or not, I have calmed down a lot since living there.

3- Choosing to be happy

Like I mentioned above, I am just learning to be happy. Like truly happy. It's just so easy to be mad/sad/upset/jealous,etc. I am learning to like motherhood but let me tell you it is not easy. Well, maybe for some. Finding the happiness in trials and honestly just everyday life is hard. Someone once told me to laugh about it..when the toilet paper roll started in the bathroom and is now down the hallway, and when your kid craps all the way up his back at Olive Garden (with no change of clothes). I am seeing it now, that it's actually easier to laugh than to be angry. Doesn't mean that's always the case, but I'm working on it.

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