I'm discovering things as of late. About my very own self.
I like being social, like I'm not a freaking loser. but a lot of the time I'd rather spend my evenings at home. maybe it's cause my days are jam-packed, and even having plans feels like non-free time. Not really sure. but I'm ok with being a loser some nights.
I've learned that I'm a hard worker, and I'm not completely stupid with my time at school/work, but I'm not exactly a hard-core go-getter. Lately I've been getting stuff done, and I've decided that as long as I felt like my day was productive, then I'm good.
I am a really competitive person deep-down, ok so I guess not really competitive. But at times when someone I know starts doing things similar to me, I kinda shut down for a sec and I'm like "ehhhh I think I'll quit" ... but then I say "NO!" cause really, WHAT good is it to compare myself to other people? No good. none.
I was having a hard time a few days ago, and my mama texted me and said,
"YOU are perfect the way YOU are TODAY."
She doesn't expect me to be anyone but myself---my best self--- and neither should I.
I drive to the whiteheads daily, and they live down the street. I dance like the biggest nerd you ever saw. I am weird more often than I am normal. I speak in more movie quotes than your average human being. I post on instagram too much. I laugh at my own jokes. I love glitter. I use the word hell sometimes. I'm scared of moths. I crave cheeseburgers instead of chocolate.
I'm Holly. Like the red berry hanging from a wreath that protects the lucky elves of homes in England.