Being Nice

Sometimes I don't want to be nice. Sometimes I just want to be me and to be real. Sometimes being real gets you nowhere and doesn't make you feel very good.

I've made a decision, though. I'm too critical. Critical of life, critical of people, critical of me. While I thought that all of this cynicism was just me being "real" I've since realized that it just makes me feel lousy. I'm tired of feeling lousy.

I know I can't change overnight, but I can compliment someone today. And that's my goal. To say something nice to someone each day. Who knows maybe I'll like myself more when I see what I like in others.

Finding Myself?

Do you think it's necessary to know what you're looking for when you try to find something? I guess I should explain more. I am trying to find, well . . . me.

I know pieces of me, but I would really like to know who God wants me to be as a whole person. I wonder, though, if I can find something when I don't know exactly what I am looking for. Maybe that's why I I'm not finding something as much as I am becoming something, or someone.

What am I becoming? Good question. Hopefully a better version of me.