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I want to thank everyone who read and commented, though privately, on yesterday’s post. I also want to encourage folks to comment here. Don’t be afraid. This is a safe zone.<\/p>\n

Yesterday, I mentioned the possibility of an upcoming post on being good enough. I’ve run into this a lot in my life. It started with my very parents. For those that don’t know, they dropped me (and my sister) off with my grandparents and from that point on, they had minimal roles in our lives. I spent a lot of years trying to be good enough for them.<\/p>\n

Then, one day, I realized I will never be good enough for them. My mother will probably always shriek at me that she wishes I’d never been born and that I ruined her life. My father will probably always be absentee at best. It took me a lot longer to realize that it wasn’t my fault. I had done nothing to them other than being born and now you can’t blame a baby for coming into the world. It took the parents doing something to make that happen.<\/p>\n

In some ways, growing up like this helped to shape me into the people pleaser that I am today. Ask those closest to me and they’d tell you (or I hope they would cuz otherwise I’m about to lie to y’all.) that it’s the little things that make me happy. I love to buy or make little things for people just to see them smile. I’m a helper. If someone needs something, it doesn’t surprise me when I’m the one who gets that phone call. It’s part of who I am to want to make other people happy.<\/p>\n

Recently, I went through another round of I’m never going to be good enough for this person and that brought out a whole new reality to me. I don’t have to be. I only have to be good enough for me. If there is something about me that this other person doesn’t like, barring that it’s a serious character flaw, that’s not my problem. The only person I have to make happy is me. There are those in my life who accept me just for being who I am.<\/p>\n

Yes, I’m goofy. I’m weird. I am a total geek, though some recently doubted my geek cred. (Yes, I’m looking at you, James<\/a>.) I’m pretty. I can be funny. I can be silly. I can also be serious, quiet and shy. I can talk to total strangers about anything but there are few who I count as my closest friends. People see me as outgoing and rarely see the sometimes scared little girl behind the facade. I’m a people watcher. I’m a people lover. I am a lot of things and perhaps the best thing..I am open. If there are people who cannot accept me for just being all of those things (and more) then that’s not my fault. Sometimes people just don’t click.<\/p>\n

And sometimes..just sometimes…there’s a flaw within themselves that doesn’t allow them to be open and accepting. That’s something they need to work on. I’m not just the girl that most people see when they look at me. I’m not shallow. I have some serious depth. For those who don’t want to dive below the surface, that’s their loss. For those that do, I promise that it’s worth the trouble and I can’t wait for the adventure to start. No rolling a 1 with me, I may not be a natural 20 but with bonuses, I’m at least a 17. (Wow, how’s that for getting more geek cred..lol)<\/p>\n

For those of you out there who still feel not good enough, ask yourself who you’re not good enough for. Unless it’s yourself, let it go and if you have to, let the person go. It’s not easy but it’s a journey that’s well worth taking.<\/p>\n

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