When I think about the person I want to be, I don't see anybody. Not in particular I mean. Every now and then I get snippets.
Like I want to be the kind of person who can both knit and fix an engine. I'm working on half of that. The other half requires a good, patient teacher who doesn't mind an ignorant pupil as long as they're willing to learn. Well both halves do I guess since I'm not exactly proficient in either.
I want to be optimistic.
I want to be nice to people all the time. This one is particularly cool to me because I can actively experience it now and I know the wonderful feeling it gives.
I want to find the balance between nievety and being willing to give people the benefit of the doubt. I don't want to be cynical.
I hope to always retain my slowness to anger with some people and I hope to work on it with others.
I want to be able to recognize vain pride in myself and deal with it.
I want to be better with people. I am seriously so awkward that it's actually painful at times.
I want to be the kind of person that people come to when they have questions or need help with something.
I want to do things for people, just little, unexpected things, to make their day better. I love doing this now. I've heard before about the various "love languages" and how everybody is different in how they best receive affection, be it through gifts or acts of kindness, and I think everybody has a different way of expressing it too. I like doing things for people. Momma and I discussed one day how the majority of the money I spent over the last two semesters in Fayetteville was on gas, food, which I normally fixed for friends, and little things I brought home to her. It makes me feel good.
I want to have a green thumb. And I think there's a certain element of natural gift that you can't really develop, but I hope I have at least something similar to it.
I want to always read like I'm starved of words.
I want to be willing to listen but always grounded in what I know is true and right.
I never want to stop learning.
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