Well, I can’t sleep, so it looks like I might get two posts in tonight. Not sure why I’m not tired; oh, well. I’ve neglected my blog for a few weeks, so it’s nice to have some time to write, even if it is past my bedtime.
Like I mentioned in my last post, a friend got me a deck of writing prompts, which I am totally pumped about.
What qualities do you admire in yourself?
This is a tough question for me. I prefer self-deprecating humor over pondering my good qualities.
However, a prompt is a prompt, and I’d like to give this one a go.
I don’t know if admire is the right word, but I love my sense of humor. I laugh at my own jokes more than anyone else. I laugh hard, too. I often have a hard time delivering lines because I think they are so funny. Other people think I’m funny, too, which is nice (they just don’t laugh as hard as I do—this tendency drives my brother crazy).
I also like how good and comfortable I am with kids. I am engaging and entertaining for kids of all ages, and I enjoy interacting with children. I’ve been babysitting since I was twelve (with the supervision of the mom, but I still did the entertaining and diaper changing). I worked in our church’s nursery for years, and I have a little bit of a baby whisperer in me, though I’m not on the same level as other people from church.
I think my all-time favorite thing about myself is my extreme capacity for empathy and love. I feel pain when other people are hurting; I love a few people so much it hurts—as weird as that sounds.
I think my empathy comes mostly from my experience of living with bipolar. There is nothing quite so humbling as having a psychotic break and being completely reliant on other people for your well-being. Fighting for my sanity during my recovery helped me develop a deep sense of empathy for other people.
I still struggle with being judgmental sometimes, but my inclination for compassion seems to be growing as I gain more life experiences. Judgment sometimes hits me first, yet I am often able to turn that into understanding and forgiveness (unless I’m driving; green means go, people).
When I force myself to think about it, I have plenty of good qualities. I’m actually starting to get tired, so I can’t think of anything more detailed than the extremely overt things I’ve already written about. My writing is suffering, so I’m going to bid everyone farewell for tonight.
Thanks for reading my ramblings.