All roses have thorns

I am far from perfect. I have many flaws. Awareness is the first step to healing. I am working on some and learning to accept others.

I choose to accept that I am sensitive. Mainly because I have tried in vain to change it so many times from about age five. Not. Going. To. Happen. I am fundamentally a sensitive person and, though I do try to moderate it as best I can, it is part of the fabric of who I am. It's so interwoven and laced in that it cannot be untangled without ruining me.

I am working hard on my jealousy which stems from a deep seated insecurity. I have made great progress on this but still have a way to go.

I tend to jump to conclusions. Though I think they are logical I am sometimes incorrect.

Instead, I am trying to accept things for what they are and not plan for the future.

Despite my flaws, I am starting to see that there is some beauty in the person that I am. I may not be loved by someone romantically but I am loved by my family and my small circle of friends. These divine people are slowly opening my eyes to the more attractive qualities I have.

“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses."
- Abraham Lincoln