I misread this one a few hours ago as I was cooking the curry for dinner. After reading another blogger’s post, I somehow got the idea that I had to write about something I had realised about my personality recently. So I’m going to have to think hard about this.
Three things I’m proud of.
Okay. Firstly I’m competitive. Hugely competitive, although I used to deny it even to myself. I was pretty sure I was anything but since even at University I was more of a go-with-the-flow kind of student and I never made alliances for academic benefit, but for genuine friendship. However, in my professional life as a teacher I have realised with crystal clarity that I am indeed rather competitive. Even against myself. I know many people see that as a flaw but not me. I strive to be better, I live to succeed.
Secondly, I’m a genuinely nice person. There are people in life that you’re never really sure from one day to the next whether you are in their favour or not; whether you’ve somehow stepped on their toes, or whatever. People that you try and anticipate the mood of before you encounter them in some social situation and probably would rather never have to deal with again. I’m quite sure that no one feels this way about me. If you do, I have no idea whom you might be and I’m dreadfully sorry.
Finally, I hate to ask for help. This one drives my husband nuts. Unless I’m physically incapable (as I was near the end of my recent pregnancy due to health issues) of doing something, I won’t ask for help. You won’t find hoardes of friends or family (mainly because they live 140 miles away) buzzing around, helping me out or fussing over me when I’m having a bad day. I like to suck it up. And I do.