In all job interviews or on applications, when asked about my strengths as a person I've always said that I'm very self aware. That I'm capable of seeing where I messed up and where I need to change. I still find that to be generally true about myself.
I can look back on a situation and see where I've done wrong. I know in my gut when something doesn't feel right, or jive with what I believe or stand for. Does it mean I always make the right choices? Heck no. I fail. All the time. The important part is that eventually? I learn from it. I see my error and can adjust accordingly. Well, that's the goal anyway.
I've recently been very complain'y here. I don't like that. Granted, I like being honest, and sharing my feelings, but I don't want to complain. The truth is, this place has always been one where I want to remember the good things. Heck, even the title of my blog shows where my true intent lies. This is a place I can and have (and do) documented all those little things that make up this fun, crazy, whirlwind of a life. Things that I love. People that I love.
And I just need to clarify that this is still my intent. I feel like I lose a little bit of myself every winter. I hate that. I don't know if I get tidbits of seasonal depression or something, but I know that winter just kills my creative mood. I look back on posts from spring/summer to winter and they are vastly different. They are filled with photos of fun!creative!things! The outdoors! The playground! Laying in the grass! Birds! Swings! The pool! Sunshine! Smiles!
I miss that. A lot. And I need to figure out a way to carry that joy all throughout even the dreaded winter months we get here in Pennsylvania.
Even in the small things. Like her post-nap-need-for-Dora, milk, snacks, and of course, puppy cuddles.
Because what's not to love about electric pink hoodies and jeggings?
We'll get there. I'll get there.