I have moments of such clarity of who I am and what I'm about. I'm about honesty, integrity, love, humor, loyalty, family, friends and doing the right thing. There are also moments when being myself feels like I choose the hard path over and over again. And yet knowing that I didn't choose my personality. In fact at times I honestly feel like it picked me. That it floating around the universe and found my soul and decided to land and make a permeant home.
I believe that everybody should have voice. I believe that if you ask me a question that you are looking for an honest answer. I believe that if something is wrong or hurtful or not working that it should be said out loud and then addressed a different plan. And I believe that only I can choose if a person has qualities that I respect and admire or not. These are some of the things that I know.
But I often wonder why the things I'm about are such a threat or unappealing to some who have no idea who I really am. And I often wonder when does the day really come when being a strong, honest, direct woman with opinions and open to discussion is not consider a bad word or evil. Somedays I'm not sure if it will ever come.
