I believe I am a very strong-willed simple woman with some very complex thoughts. Oxymoron huh? My strength is the ability to listen; my weakness is my desire to fix the world. Unfortunately, when things are all said and done, I have neither listened well enough or fixed much of anything. I am weak. I am unable to say no. I am unable to follow through with my declarations of things I will not tolerate anymore. I make statements that those around me know that I will not act upon. I am inconsistent. I appear strong but my sustenance is jello. I am hurt easily by what those who profess to love me say. I am hurt easily when confronted with my failures. I know my failures and am not proud of them. I can not ask for things. I want to be given things I deserve. I can not graciously accept gifts. I have been duped. I am happy. I am sad. I live the life that was preordained for me to have. I am the oldest daughter, predestined to care for the surviving parent. I am the peacemaker. I am the trouble maker. I am the originator of black and white. I live in hues of gray. I live in the past. I live in the future. I am outspoken. I say what I mean. I lose focus of my goals. I am a walking contradiction.
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