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14/30 Strengths

14/30 What are four of your strengths?

This has been a lot harder than I thought it would be.. I have had this blog post open and ready to write for weeks now. I am pretty good at pointing out my flaws.. and I'm so bad at this I looked up a couple lists of strengths to help get the juices flowin'. 


Obviously everyone can talk. Some people are more shy and that's not really my cup o' tea. I can talk to anyone, stranger or friend, about just about anything, good and bad. It's kind of a gift I think; and I like to. I have been known to be confrontational. Which I take as a compliment. I don't think talking to someone face to face about an issue or problem is a bad thing. I don't think it needs to end badly either. Another thing that I thin helps is I call it like I see it. I'e always been this way. I don't understand people that hide their true feelings or avoid confronting someone or even experiences they've had. Sometimes I think that's why I can talk to people and they listen, because I'm honest.

2- Passionate

I tend to get very intense, eager and emotionally involved in things.. anything/everything. It's just my personality. Pretty self-explanatory.

3- Learner

I have developed a great desire to learn. I think this is a great strength. Knowledge is power right? :) I am interested in so many things; history, humanitarian projects, motherhood, children development, home improvement, seriously anything. I am so willing to learn. (Where was this in high school?)

4- A woo (er)

What? I know. Like I said, I looked up a couple different lists of strengths and came across this one. When I read the description, I thought it so described me. haha "Love the challenge of meeting new people and winning them over. They derive satisfaction from breaking the ice and making a connection with another person." Basically sums me up.


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