I love that I over share. It lets someone in the world know that they are not alone, or crazy.
I love that I am not afraid of pain. It doesn’t bother me to cry or fight or doubt. Knowing this about myself makes me feel brave.
I love that I laugh. Hard. In damn near any situation.
I love that it doesn’t scare me if you cry.
I love that I care about what kind of mother I am. I’m proud of the job I’m doing with these two little people that God gave me.
I love that I can tell you clearly, exactly why I am a Democrat.
I love my ability to empathize. I may not agree with you, but I can stand in your shoes, if only for a moment, and mean it when I say that I understand.
I love that I assume that no one puts much stock into what I have to say.
I love that I’m constantly looking to learn how to do things better.
I love that I’m not afraid to wear yellow high heels.
I love that I’m able to forgive.
I love that I know exactly what I’m passionate about.
I love that there is more than one thing that I would describe as a “passion”.
I love that no matter how much I’m getting paid, I do my best.
I love that I can make people laugh, cry, and think with my words.
I love my hair. I love even more that I’ve learned to love my hair.
I love that I yearn for more than mediocre.
I love my ability to act in a crisis.
I love that I can take charge without being asked.
I love that I’ll tell you if I notice that you’ve changed your hair or lost weight or put on a fabulous outfit.
I love that I’ll almost always notice.
I love that I’ll remember your name, and the name of the friend you went to high school with that you mentioned once in a story and how that was the friend who was with you at that concert you told me about.
I love that I keep trying to quit smoking, even if I keep taking it back up again.
I love that I am, more often than not, optimistic.
I love that I want to make you be more optimistic.
I love that I say what I’m thinking without thinking about saying it.
I love that I appreciate the awesomeness of babies.
I love my ability to problem solve.
I love that I’m not afraid of going to new places and that I’m confident I’ll be able to figure things out when I get there.
I love that I keep traveling, because it’s living my values out loud.
I love that I don’t let money hold me back.
I love that I know how to read a map. And instruction manuals.
I love that I can cook – both from a recipe and from my gut.
I love that I can appreciate what it means to be with someone when they’re dying.
I love that it doesn’t occur to me to be embarrassed until it’s too late.
And most of all, I love that I’m willing to make a fool of myself in the interest of learning to love myself better.
What do you love about you?