People think I’m complicated. This is baffling to me. Honestly, what you see and hear is what you get. Yes, I said hear, cause I verbalize my thoughts and feelings. A lot.

I know a lot of people. The over 500 Facebook friend count doesn’t even scratch the surface of how many people I call acquaintance. No, I’m not being braggy, it’s just a fact. I’ve been around for 40 some odd years and have met a lot of people along the way. Many I’ve kept in contact with, and several I’ve chosen not to. (Or the other way around, as it may be.). In my life I always felt my worth was determined by others, which might be why I’ve tried so hard to stay on contact with people. For example, if someone appeared to not like me, or maybe didn’t include me in something, I felt crappy, like I wasn’t good enough for them. Like, why the heck wouldn’t people like me?! Because I’m complicated to some, apparently.

I would be lying of I said I still didn’t look to others to determine some of my worth. But, I can say, I’m working on this. Cause everybody’s not gonna like me, and I, for sure, don’t like everyone either.

With all the people I know, encounter, and keep in contact with, only a handful of them are part of my inner circle. These are the people that totally get me and understand why I don’t think I’m complicated. These are the people who accept me no matter what and who come to me when they want the truth. And these are the people that were put in my life for a reason. This circle isn’t static, because people come and go in your life. Some, like my husband, have always been there, but others have drifted away, perhaps to make room for someone new. But, what remains the same is me, and my role as friend, encourager, helper, and confidante. Because that’s who I truly am. And I don’t think that’s complicated at all.