There have been moments where I doubt myself. (Actually, it happens quite a bit.) I might spend an entire day believing I’m a bad person; that I’m rude and thoughtless, uncaring, and totally selfish. At times like this all the moments, where I could (and should) have been a better person, rush to the front row and cheer on whatever insecure thought I am holding.
But then there are days like yesterday. I start to think about the friends I keep and I realize how caring and thoughtful they are. Last night, as I looked around at the people who were at my table, it occurred to me that I must not be that bad person I convince myself of sometimes. How else would someone have such great fiends?
Today, I would like to introduce some of the people who make me like myself – the ones who keep me happy about who I am.
(Now, how’s that for proving selfish?)