Just Make It Better

Contrary to the know-it-all alpha female that ricochets off this site, I am very aware of many of my flaws. (And probably still disillusioned about many others.) One trait I’ve been warned about is my most predominant personality trait. I’m conscious of it and have struggled immensely to control, change and alter it. Like many people, I couldn’t seem to figure out how to remedy this character issue. After much internal deliberation I think I may have found the secret to handling character flaws.

Here’s the thing – and yes this thing matters to you too – this “flaw” just happens to also make me me.

I know this guy. He wants to be a writer. Yea he’s good at it. He recently got accepted to Columbia grad school because he’s so good at it. Who knows he may be the next Jack Kerouac.

Check out his blog and comment too. (He’s unsure of his talent, nurture him with comments.)

Yet he, like many, looks into the future for validation. It’s like the blogger who has thirty visitors, wanting a hundred. Then when getting one hundred, wanting five hundred. And so on.

We must believe we are exactly what we want before we can become what is we wish to be.

My love is a beautiful man. He has amazing olive skin and big brown eyes. His eyelashes are super long.  He is adorable. When people meet him they often comment how good-looking our children will be. I thank them, flattered by their compliment, yet I can’t help but think what else will they be?

Throw us in a pot and stir.

His mother is from Aruba.  With a Scottish/Venezuelan mother and a no-one-knows-from-where black father, she’s quite the island mix. His father is Puerto-Rican.