After last week with my lying, I figured I would search out the truth. This is what I came up with.
I'm a good writer.
Yup. I am. A good writer. I'm not great, fabulous, Hemingway. I do have occasional moments of brilliance, or humor, or humanity depending on what you may be reading. My stories have been known to move women to tears. Men have said my male characters are realistic. I feel competent in my writing skills.
I'm better than I used to be. However, I would like to be really good. And I will. Eventually. Practice makes almost perfect.
I'm a good parent.
I am. Monster thinks I'm off the wall most of the time. Her friends think I'm wicked funny, she thinks I'm lame. Go figure. But I think she's a good kid, and I hope she thinks I'm a good mom. I try my hardest. I'm better than I used to be. However, I could be better.
I love my job. (Even the one where I don't get paid.)
I cannot tell you how much I love my job as a writer. Even on the most blinding frustrating maddening days, I love my job. I cannot imagine doing anything else. Making up stories is like living on the beach. Every day is a new adventure.
I even love the volunteer work I do at Monster's school. If I ever went back to work in the real world, it's going to look damn good on my resume.
I'm a good friend.
At least I think so. I hope so. My friend Debbie gave me a little plaque that reads You're The Friend That Everybody Wishes They Had Isn't that sweet? Sometimes I'm a little too blunt and I say things I probably shouldn't, but I try not to hurt anyone's feelings. I'm just opinionated. And loud and bossy, and the girl your mother would never let you hang out with. But I'm also kind, and generous, and pretty damn funny once you get to know me.
So, those are my truths. Got any you want to share?
Anne Gallagher (c) 2016