Most times when I’m blogging, I find that I can take a few minutes to capture the positives of life. That’s a huge benefit for me. I shifts my mind frame so I spend more of the day seeing the positives so I can share it with the blog-o-world. But perhaps that’s painting a slightly altered impression of me.
While I hope the positivity tends to come through on a lot of my posts, I’m somewhat different in real life.
|Full on Mama-mode
I’m blunt, sometimes to a fault. I will say what I think needs to be said, and am not the best at making it all syupy, sugar coated and sweet. I’ll take the fall for others. I stand up when others can’t, won’t, or don’t. This makes me a great friend to have, because I will defend you like a mama bear does her cubs. Your slights are my slights. Your pain, I will try to fix for you. However, this also makes me come across hard at times.
I’m funny. I swear I am. I love to make people laugh. I love to be the center of attention and try to lighten up a room. I honestly love life, and I love times when I can remember just how.good.life.is! However, you may want to wear ear protection. I have a “booming laugh”. I laugh fully from the diaphragm, and at times flat out cackle.
|Get it??? Diaphragm, breathing…. ahhh I got jokes!
I’m also wicked loud. I’ve never learned the nuance of voice modulation. I speak fast and loud… Often times sounding like I’m lecturing, when I’m just trying to be taken seriously.
Speaking of being taken seriously… I do a lot of though processing outside my head… I think out loud. Sometimes if the thoughts are still have baked, they come out sounding kinda… ditsy. Other times, strokes of genius (okay, not really, but a girl can dream). Either way, I’m authentic… to a fault.
I can’t lie for crap, and I often have my foot in my mouth. My sense of humor can be quite crass, and a little inappropriate.
I’m just as likely to point out a gorgeous sunset and wax poetically about it, as I am to point out the girl three rows over with a dryer sheet sticking out of her shoe (and about 80% of the time, I’m the one who will go over and tell that poor girl).
There. That’s reality. Yes, I do soooo very hard to try to focus on finding silver linings… And I love to stick up for the underdog, so long as said underdog hasn’t hurt anyone I care about! I will point out the broccoli in your teeth, and then probably congratulate you for eating your veggies.
I’m a mess. Not always positive, but trying to hard to focus on that side of life.
I just wanted to make that quite clear!