Keeping it Real
Occasionally, I over-analyze, over-think and even overreact.
Yes, I'll admit it. This is me being honest and me being real.
I'm emotional, I'm sentimental, I care, I love, I'm a woman and most of all a mom.
I'm not going to lie, sometimes I wish I could totally just shrug things off. I wish slight comments wouldn't bug me for days.
I'm working on it.
Recently, I was told I am someone's "conservative friend." And that wasn't meant in the GOP-card carrying kind-of-way.
I'm the conservative friend, the one you introduce to your conservative parents, the one you know won't embarrass you in public, the one that won't pull any crazy stunts or pranks, the one you can count on.
That's good, right? Of course it is!
So why on Earth does it bother me? Maybe because part of me wants to be the "fun" friend. I want to be the friend you feel comfortable to confide in. I want to be the "cool" friend. Though I'm not sure that being the conservative friend necessarily puts you in the "un-fun" and "un-cool" category, but that's definitely how it came off or how I analyzed it.
On the other hand, now that I'm a mom, I don't really want to be the wild-and-crazy friend so much. I'm grounded. I'm dependable and loyal. Most of all, I want to be a role model for my daughter and my behavior, my actions all play into that.
As I write this blog post, it totally takes me back to high school, but in a good way. In HS, I never for once, tried to be anyone other than my true self. I wasn't consumed with the thought of being "cool."
I was the farmer's daughter, who loved to laugh, make others smile, write poetry, ride horses, show cattle and ride around in big ol' Ford trucks. And I wasn't "cool," at least not by whatever definition that "cool" is in high school.
While I have certainly evolved since my high school days, one thing remains the same. I am perfectly imperfect and I'm completely cool with that.
Be true to yourself, always. Be the person you want your children to be like.
So I guess with that, being the conservative friend isn't so bad, after all.