So what does all that mean? Well, honestly, it means nothing. It means nothing because I know who I am. I am nice to a fault. I can be mean when I have to, but not when people really need help. I am the person who even helps my enemy if they are truly in need. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt. I give second chances, but not thirds. I expect people to be good, but realize most aren't and get hurt time and again when this realization hits home. I believe in helping people however I can. I don't understand people who are selfish. I hate organizing my stuff, but am very organized in my life and great at organizing other people's stuff. I'm deathly afraid of heights, but really want to go para sailing. I need a side kick to step out of my comfort zone, but once I have a push, I can do it on my own. There is very little I can't do. There is a lot I have no desire to do. I hate being told what to do and, even more, how to do it. I know my limitations, but mostly choose to ignore them. I like to listen to loud music, be it classical, punk or bagpipes and everything in between. I sing everywhere I go and don't really care who is listening. I take the time to recycle because I believe in taking care of our planet. I love growing my own fruits and veggies but hate gardening. I love the beach and hate the sand. I forgive others, but can't seem to forgive myself. I make mistakes, and lots of them. I constantly get down about what I can't give my kids and often forget what I am giving them. I have a quick temper. I swear like a sailor. I've learned to let go of a lot, but I constantly worry about things I can't control. I'm a control freak but can accept help, and appreciate help, even if it's not how I would do it. I would rather be sleeping than doing anything else. I have a hard time sitting still. I hate to run, but love doing races. I love yoga. I don't like most people, but can get along with almost anyone. I am nice to everyone, even if I can't stand them, not because I'm being fake but because being nice is polite and the right thing to do. I won't stick up for myself, but I will fight for my family and friends. I admit when I'm wrong. I can't stand change. I love roller coasters and anything fast. I get car sick if I sit in the back. I like black, but I'm also a huge fan of neon colors. I'm logical, unless it involves my kids or Husband, then I'm completely emotional. I like to play devil's advocate. I'm overly critical. I extremely cynical. I have many, many faults, but I'm a good person with a huge heart.
I know me. Husband knows me. My kids know me. That's really all the matter. I can't control what other people think of me. Nor do I worry about it. Take me as I am or not at all. So maybe I am confident, but not confident in myself, but in knowing who I am and being OK with it.