Day 8: Blessing and Curse- choose one personality trait which proves to be your blessing and your curse

Oh, this one's way easy...

This is most assuredly my "sensitivity."

It totally sets me off when someone says "you're too sensitive."

I'm not "too sensitive," and I should start correcting people- go ahead and tell me not to take things so personally, but save the sensitivity argument for someone who's a brick wall.

I admit, I do care WAY too much for what others think of me.  I admit that I should call people on their b.s. rather than hold it in.

Being sensitive is assuredly a blessing and a curse.

A curse for it's nature, really.  I can walk in to a room and feel the pressure or lightness of any person.  Arrogant, maybe to say, but it's the truth.  I carry what others say to me, and it impacts me greatly.  It's something I battle constantly...reading people's moods via body language, facial expressions and general weighted shoulders is just who I am.

And I wouldn't choose to shield it.

Sensitivity is a blessing because it reigns me in.  It makes me aware of my words, my actions and the general outlook for what's around me.  I cry easily.  I anger easily.  And I console easily. I like to think of myself as a person who is sensitive to others' needs, wants, emotions, life circumstances and arenas.

Do I make off-color jokes?  Yes, absolutely.  I do have a sense of humor, but I will, all the same, go out of my way to ensure that the words coming out of my mouth are not fowled by a lack of tact and consideration of what other people may be going through.

Maybe I'm arrogant to admit it outright, but I do claim some pride in this.

I've been insulted by friends, for wasting my life by going to college, I mean, "everyone" goes to college, so what makes me so fabulous for attaining a degree?  Right.  okay...so...you don't want your kids to have an education. That's really what you just insinuated.  Maybe I'm really proud of the fact that I made it through college, when a handful of people claimed I would never make it.  Did you consider all of that before you made your ass comments about the nonchalance of getting a degree?  No, of course you didn't.  But I would have.

I've been ridiculed because I don't have kids and I'm not married, and am in no hurry to do so, so therefore I must be wasting my life.  Know what?  Maybe I'm proud that I'm waiting to get married, and proud of the fact that I've traveled, explored and become 100% financially independent.  But I guess, you wouldn't have thought that far because you're not sensitive to the reasons why folks opt not to marry.

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Day 7: A regret and why?

Wow.

Okay, so my mindset is that if you live your life according to regret, then you never grow, getting yourself stuck in some momentary lapse.  This is totally contradictory to living life with passion.

So, with that said, I really don't have any one or more regrets which swallows my train of thought on any given notion.

There are things I miss, and wish I could have attained.  Sometimes Ii think I should have moved faster, or slower, in some regard, worked harder, what have you.  But in the end, I have to own the choices I have made, or not made, and come to some understanding that each of those decisions has brought me to the place I am now.  Good and/or bad.

To regret something, to me, is to isolate yourself from change.  I own my path.  I am not always happy about how I carry myself, in certain situations- I am prone to anger, but I have learned to forgive myself for some rash actions, otherwise, how would I learn.  

I refuse to live in the past, according to regret- and I have always lived my life, streaming ahead of time...this is just me.  In order to plan, and in order to forge a new personage, and become a person I am ultimately proud to be, regret, then, can be no option, otherwise the onward forward motion of life becomes stilled.

Though perhaps, the most important reason for my refusal to live according to regret, are the excuses it allows one's self.  I don't blame anyone but myself for the things that go array in life- I cannot control what others do and say to me, but I am in control of my reaction- and that I must own.  Am I proud of how I have conducted myself in the past?  Absolutely not.  I have made mistakes, and maybe that's the difference.  I recognize my mistakes, but don not allow them to control me as I believe regret can.  

Freedom from regret is empowering and helps hush the guilt.

Regret stunts us.  Regret is an undoing, and I have no regrets for holding no regrets....

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