Is it bad to say that at my core I’m pretty content?
I feel like I should feel guilty about saying that, or that by saying it I might be jinxing something. I’m not superstitious at all, but….there’s always the unknown. Anyhow, back to the question.
I love that I have succeeded in so many areas of my life. First and foremost…I found love at a young age. Met my beloved and fell in love at first sight. We’re still together and amid many of our friends’ 20-some-year marriages falling apart, (because they grew apart and stopped working on themselves as a couple) hubby and I are closer as a couple now than ever before. He’s my best friend, my soul mate, my lover, and just an overall great guy. I love that I have him in my life.
I love that I had my children when I did. Shoot, I love that I have them in my life! They enrich my life in hundreds of different ways. Children are magical creatures.
I love that I was blessed with intelligence, that I’m a doctor…and you may think that’s arrogant or egotistical, but if it weren’t for my clinical skills, I would have lost my younger son at age three to cancer. I love that I was guided into medicine and had the knowledge necessary to see what multiple doctors missed, to save his life. He’s still with me, my younger boy, and I love him more each and every day. He taught me each day is a gift, because you never know when you might lose someone precious. He’s so very much like his father, happy and a trickster at heart. I love my older son. He’s my greatest challenge because he is so much like me. He’s smart, opinionated, and I can’t wait to see what becomes of his life. He will do wonderful things one day, as soon as life tempers him a bit more. He teaches me patience on a daily basis and the strength of unconditional love. Amazing!
I love that I cry at movies. That going to church always chokes me up…Silly thing that…but it happens. I love that I hate war and yet serve. Go figure that one out, but I’m damn proud of it.
I love that I can’t sing or play a musical instrument. It means that I’m not perfect and I love that about myself. There’s always something to work on. I have plenty of flaws. I accept them, although I don’t leave it at that. I’m a work in progress and that I think sums up what I love most about myself.
I’m not finished making me into the best me I can be!
What about you? Care to join me in the 30-Days of Truth Challenge? Answer the question in the comments…it’ll be fun!