I get defensive first, often before I really listen.
I speak before I think, and have mastered the art of apologizing for dumb things I have said.
Empathy, for me, is a skill and not a natural talent. If I don’t use it, I lose it.
I am so good at seeing multiple sides to an issue, I often won’t take a side when I should.
I am biased. I am aware of many of these biases but completely blind to others.
I have a streak of cowardice that manifests when I least expect it.
My pride can be insufferable.
“What about me?!” is a thought I have far too frequently.
I am always right. Except when I’m not. Good luck getting me to admit it.
I swear too much – in my head and out loud.
I have never learned to see interruptions as divine appointments. I hate being interrupted.
I procrastinate until it’s detrimental to my own mental health and the health of my household.
I spend too much time on social media.
I sometimes want to completely give up on parenting and let them do whatever the heck they want, because I am exhausted and have no idea what to do next.
My close friends tell me I am far too hard on myself. I don’t believe them. I don’t think I’m hard enough on myself when I believe the standard is the holiness of God.
I am super-opinionated, but I don’t seem to know where and when to share or engage.
I hate debating for the sake of debating. If I debate, it’s because I think I have a shot at changing your mind at some point.
I don’t know why, of all mornings, I decided to write again. And I have written essentially nothing. Thanks for coming.