What I’ve come to realize, in one of those angel singing epiphany moments…as I am know to have, is that all I can resolve to be is myself.
Sometimes the real me is pretty hard to swallow. I get that. I totally get that I am an exhausting person to be around. Ask my father…or better yet my husband, the man who lives mostly away from me.. I have this stupid energy that runs on a completely different plane of existence that runs parallel to yours ---it’s just that mine has a tendency to be matched only by the energy of a litter of puppies…on meth..
Generally, and I do mean on the most part, people like my exuberance. My employers seem to like it. My fellow work mates have adapted. Even the dog really seems to “get me”…...never mind…
I am the act before the big show. The hostess with the most-est. I greet you and hopefully treat you like you are the most important person in my universe. You are. For whatever time we have together I want you to feel like you matter.
I am responsible for what I choose to put out there in the world. I am responsible for how I choose to react. I personally choose not to be anything but a powerful force. I am the life of my party.
So I resolve to not change me. I really like who I am but I understand that there may be times that you need to walk away and recharge. I do too. Meet my caffeine addiction.
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