My ladylike demeanor and virginal mouth.

*snerk*

Guess.

An no, it’s not my boobs. Though they do run a close second. Good girls. : )

Day 2 – Something you love about yourself

I’ve struggled with this for a few days. Just ONE thing? If you know me, you know how incredibly difficult this decision was. Heh.

I decided that one of the things I love about myself is that I’ve always been fiercely independent. I’ve never needed another person to complete myself or make me feel whole. I am and have been my own best friend for most of my life. I am completely the opposite of co-dependent. Well, except for The Twitter. That place is like online crack. But anyway, that’s not not to say that I don’t need other people, just that if I find myself alone on some project or adventure, I’m OK with that. This trait has become especially handy since Gregory and my father died, as it seems I am the one doing most of the “heavy lifting” here and at the lake. I think I’ve purposely isolated myself in some way of dealing with their losses, but that’s how I’ve always handled crisis, on my own. This can be good or bad depending on one’s personality, but so far it’s worked for me. Not to say that I don’t miss G and the part of being a couple, I do, and terribly – but I’m thankful for the inner strength I somehow mustered up to make it through the last year and a half and I hope I have some left to carry on with.

I credit my family for making me this way, especially the women. All of the most influential ones in my life are/were the same way. My great grandmother did what she wanted when she wanted, including driving a yellow convertible until she died at the age of 89. Both of my grandmothers and my mom are cut from the same strong cloth, their senses of adventure and a “we can do this” spirit passed down the line. I didn’t have “helicopter parents” and was raised to be confident and to know my limits, but not be afraid to test them sometimes. Sure there are things I’m afraid of, but most of the time I don’t think twice about just jumping head first into something. A week in NYC by myself, running off to NOLA for a football game, road trip to Florida? I’m there. Terlet breaks? I’m googling how to fix it. I hate calling on other people to fix things when I think I can do it myself, and I I’ve never lived my life being afraid, and now that I see first hand just how fast things can change, I’m not gonna be now. Leaky toilet be darned.

Next up ? Day 3 – Something I Have to Forgive Myself For …..