This one has been incredibly difficult to tackle. I wouldn’t bother with it if I were you. I’m not happy with it, and wouldn’t post it if I didn’t have to. I’m hoping to rewrite it in a week or two. Come back then.
I had no idea where to begin (still don’t, as you can probably tell) and have made several attempts only to find myself looking at a blank screen for forty minutes, then giving up. Bear was fully aware I was going to struggle with this one when he set it, and I’m sure that was his intention. We both dwell on our negatives, or what we perceive to be our negatives, far too much.
Trouble is, thinking about how to write this post has had me thinking about all the traits I value in others, and would value in myself, except when I think about it I don’t really have it, or at least not in any great measure. I don’t want this to turn into a list of things I don’t like about myself. That isn’t what Bear wants from me, and wouldn’t be much fun for you, Dear Reader.
I don’t know how to do this without it sounding like I’m boasting. This isn’t something I’m good at. Ok, here goes….
I’m a good mum. I’m far from perfect, but my kid is pretty awesome so I must be doing a good job. He has his moments, but he has a good heart and can be so incredibly thoughtful.
That’s it. That’s all I have on my list. There are other things I would like to think I possess, but for each one I can only think of the times I have failed. Kindness, loyalty, generosity, honesty, my submission, patience, bravery…. I want to be better than I am. I want to be proud of myself, and like myself more.
There we go, my car-crash of a blog post. Sorry, but I did warn you. I’ll do better next month.