I’ve gotta be me
”When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.” -John Lennon
I am me. I’m who I am and I make no apologies for it. But when I say that, I don’t mean that I’m a mean person, because I’m not. Who I am is a person who is very passionate about what I believe in. I believe that discipline makes for a good, strong-hearted kid with morals. I don’t apologize for putting my kids first, or for making sure that I am also taken care of.
I believe that to be compassionate is to be human.
I believe that when we set ourselves to a higher standard and really, truly believe in ourselves that we can achieve anything.
I believe in personal responsibility.
Foolish and Cassie hardly go hand and hand.
I’m a dreamer and a glass half-full kind of girl. I believe in miracles and patience and the power of positive thinking. I also enjoy the occasional rainbow and butterfly.
I run for fun.
Having conversations with myself is sometimes the only thing that saves my sanity. Especially during spin class.
I love the gym and sometimes go twice a day when it’s rainy or too hot or the kids are sick of me.
I honestly believe that anyone can change if they just try.
…I say all this because I’m confused as to why someone would think I’d want to spread hate. While it may be a simple email about a postage stamp, what it said was so much more. Hate is a cancer that feeds on the weak and ignorant and I am neither. I, personally, just choose to be more accepting of all kinds of people. It doesn’t mean I like everyone, but at least I’m not spreading hatefulness.
But that’s just me.