For some reason, having the day off in the middle of the week – Happy Birthday America! – and having a time to relax, causes me to be introspective. What have I figured out? It’s too hard to put into my own words, so I’ll rip off a TV show from the 90s:
In my senior high school yearbook, I was nearly nominated for “Class Moodiest.” In elementary school my sister wrote a story about how my moods were like a tornado.
I think now I am less on the moody side and more on the inconsistent side. I’m rarely anything for too long. In fact, I might even be a flip flipper.
I’m either completely lazy on the verge of couch-induced bed sores… or I’m extremely multi-task-ey/get’er done.
I’m either really tired, or really hyper. Rarely in the middle.
I give up easily, but sometimes I’m incredibly disciplined.
I hold a lot of unpopular view points compared to mainstream society, but I hate being singled out.
I work hard not to gossip, but then I gossip.
I avoid conflict. I pick fights.
I am who I am.
I push myself at Crossfit harder when the trainer is near me and other times I push myself hard because I know I can.
I don’t eat bread, dairy or sugar. I sometimes eat bread, dairy and sugar. It’s my choice and I’m okay with that and the consequences. I do it not because I’m addicted, but because I want to.
I’m sick of making up my lunch or breakfast at work and watching groups of employees gorging themselves on bagels make comments about how “I can’t believe you’re STILL eating so healthy Kara. I just can’t get enough of these carbs.”
Blech. I got a clue I hope they do too!
I’m judgemental and opinionated, but I keep it in a lot to not offend anyone.
Sometimes it comes out in hurtful ways.
I’m strong, I’m guilty.
I’m me. Even if I can’t find a pithy few words to say it.