I’m obviously very flawed, but there are some things about me that I find endearing, if I say so myself. I’m awash with harmless quirks that I think make me interesting to my kindred and just plain odd to those who are not of the race that knows Joseph (even I rolled my own eyes at the use of this obviously favorite expression).
I like that I have a great capacity for love, so much so that I’m willing to forsake self for my loved ones. I like that I have so many interests in my relatively small existence that I find delight in simple things. I’m in no way a minimalist. I’m materialistic in that I’m a collector of curios and whatnots, but not of luxury items. I like that I find humor in most things and can make fun of my own self.
Nonetheless, I think what I really love about myself is that I’m learning and improving with age. I mean personality-wise because the physique isn’t getting better at all. I feel every one of my years and maybe a few more that I have yet to own. I just find that life has taught me and humbled me so that I can be more understanding and compassionate of other people.
I do think I’m a great deal mellower and slower to harsh reactions. The kids have made sure I have larger stores of patience. Multiple failures have also knocked off my youthful arrogance. I can still get snarky, judgmental, and whiny, but I’m now a far cry from how I used to be. I’m making myself sound like a total pill. Maybe I was. My point is I’m not anymore. The years forced me to be better.
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This Small Life 