I’m a bit weird.
I laugh at inappropriate times and in inappropriate places. For some reason irony, sarcasm, and idiocy have direct lines to my funny bone. My older brother memorized a monologue when he was in high school and one of the lines placed the author in a quiet and dull church where he was tempted to yell, “Fire! Fire! There’s a fire in Hell!” It’s been at least 25 years since my brother shared his monologue and ever since then, when I find myself in a quiet and dull church I remember that line and have to stifle my giggles. Thank goodness my church isn’t quiet or dull or I’d be a train wreck.
I’m a bit sassy. Just a little.
I’m mischievous. My parents referred to me as impish when I was little but they were not implying I was a demon or spawn of the devil. At least, I don’t think so. I was moreso a mischief-maker.
I love having fun – laughing, joking, sharing stories and making memories. Has this included pushing people into pools? Yes. Talking friends into slip n’ sliding on a garden tarp? Yes. Dressing up crazy? Yes. Acting weird in public? Yes. Taking silly pictures? Of course! Embarrassing them in public? Definitely a yes. So yes, mischief is the name of my game. …maybe I am a spawn of…. nah!
I love people. I just do. I love all kinds of people from all kinds of backgrounds. The more diverse my social group, the richer I believe my life to be. I collect friends from work, my neighborhood, church, the grocery store, through my kids, or just wherever. My friends are not always polished, have their act together, or sober. My friends are imperfect, which is great because I’m imperfect too!
If you want to be friends with me, prepare to be a bit uncomfortable. I have been known to ask hard questions. I’ll love you as you are but am not satisfied with leaving you where you are if you are making destructive choices. What kind of love does that? I’d love to help you move forward. I also need friends who will ask me the hard questions. I often need reminded to move forward.
I want to help you but my help isn’t limitless. I will not sacrifice my family’s needs or my health but please don’t let that deter you. Allow me to define priorities for my life. Likewise, I’ll respect your limits but please tell me what they are. Don’t leave me guessing as I may guess wrong.
For goodness sake, please don’t assume that I know what you need. I’m not very perceptive sometimes.
I believe that God hears my prayers so if I say I’m praying for you, I am. If there is a crisis happening in your life, I’m boldly and humbly approaching God’s throne on your behalf as often as I can. He answers prayers but his answers are never predictable, not based on our schedule, and are hard to understand but he is always at work, even if we can’t visibly see it…. yet.
I’m obviously a person of faith. Most days. Other days I’m weak and crying, “Lord, help me believe!”
I’m a bit unorthodox. My life is a bit unorthodox. My family is a bit unorthodox.
I ask a lot of questions and seek the ‘why’ behind the ‘what’ and don’t always find answers but am okay with that. I really seek the big picture. When my boys ask me ‘why’, I embrace those teaching moments… on occasion. Other times I want to throat punch them. Regardless, I thank God for his patience with me asking why and I ask him to give me more patience in my parenting.
….and there are some other things you should know about me… things that aren’t really great.
I’m going to disappoint you.
I have many blonde moments. The battle is real.
I’m going to forget something. It could be something really important but that doesn’t mean that you aren’t important to me.
I’m going to fall short of your expectations.
I’m absolutely going to say the wrong thing at the wrong time to the wrong person.
I’m going to run late on occasion.
I’m not very available. Don’t take it personally.
It doesn’t matter if I wear some type of title, have some type of skill, or bring some type of gifting or experience to the table- I will make mistakes. Big mistakes. And lots of little ones. Please don’t be overly disappointed in me. I don’t try to make mistakes. In fact, I try really hard not to. I hate disappointing people. Most people. There are some people that I don’t care if I disappoint.
I believe it’s poor form to drag around other people’s mistakes and share them with others. If you have a long list of people who’ve wronged you and you share your list with me, I not going to open my life to you. I don’t want to add to your burden or be the subject of gossip.
I do have a lot of friends, “friends”, and social acquaintances. I’m super blessed but I’m also a relentless stalker. People need people and I love people. I’d be honored to be one of your people. I’m fascinated with stories, challenges, joys, and passions. I treasure what is shared with me, even if I don’t always remember the details.
Let’s be friends but please remember what I’ve shared and take me as I am – not as you want me to be.
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