I agree with others when they say this is difficult to answer without feeling like you’re bragging. Ten years ago, maybe even five years ago I would have said my butt is my favourite thing about myself. That’s no longer the case and obviously way off track.
I think that one thing I can appreciate about myself is how quickly I forgive and forget. My daughter Bella and I (being so much alike), get into arguments at times and they get heated quickly. She says some things she doesn’t mean and possibly I do too, but then, just like turning the page in a book, it’s history. And I’m ready to talk about something new.
This can be both a blessing and a curse. I feel like in my first marriage, this possibly played a role in letting my unhappiness drag on as long as it did. Or I could say I let myself live in an unhappy situation for so long, forgiving and forgetting, until I found myself drowning in the misery and unable to take a breath and turn things around.
I allow people to throw curveball after curveball at me, staying patient and waiting for the proper behaviour to show itself and in the end I can only put up with so much and then I explode and I’m done. My kids would testify to that.
“Too much patience” my partner once said, as he is the kind of person that speaks up and says no don’t do that the very first second someone steps out of line. I prefer to let things be, often the way finds itself without any commentary from anyone.

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