I am interesting.
In the last couple of years I feel like I have finally come into my own. I no longer feel the need to keep up with the latest styles. I no longer think I need to think like the people around me to be in the group. My world is a happy one and I am content with it. I grow things and make things and live a creative life. This isn’t to say I am an artist but I have a creative outlet. I feel truer to who I originally was as a child than I ever have. My role as a wife and a homemaker is good. I work but not for someone but rather for myself. We are rich but we aren’t in debt. Today a friend paid me a compliment that I hold dear. She called me interesting. I have never been called interesting and have always considered myself a fly on the wall type of person. I am happy to be interesting or even curious. I don’t need to be an oddity but I would rather not be boring. Interesting is good enough.