I’m awesome.

So, because I wrote about my character flaws yesterday, I thought I’d take today’s post to address the more positive things about my character: most notably, my awesomeness.

I got a lot of people who responded saying that I don’t have any flaws and I’m perfect the way I am (thanks, guys!). While those sentiments are nice, I don’t believe in perfection… not in the slightest. I don’t admit to knowing everything (or a lot even), but one thing I do know is that perfection doesn’t exist and striving for perfection is a hopeless cause that only drives people to madness.

I may not be perfect, but I am awesome. Let me count the ways:

My hair is amazing. Even my friends thinks so. I’m not the prettiest or skinniest girl in town, but I know what I have and how to use it. I used to be an emotional haircutter (I’d cut it whenever I was going through a Big Life Moment) and I’ve recently stopped doing that. Now, my hair is longer, and prettier than it’s ever been.

I have amazing cats. I mean look at this guy! They take care of me when I’m sick or having a rough day, they leave me alone when I stay at home a lot, and they make living alone a little more bearable. Also, they’re incredibly photogenic.

I have really cute clothes. There’s really not much to say about that. I’m a great dresser.

In all seriousness, I’m pretty great. I’m a nice, well-rounded, non-accented girl from the South who has nothing but good intentions. I’m honest, caring, and a good friend who likes to listen and help people. To flip yesterday’s post around, here’s why my character flaws make me awesome:

I fall hard. And fast. I’m a very passionate person. I’m constantly striving to learn, do, and achieve more in my personal and professional life. I have an insatiable thirst to develop skill upon skill. This started when I was an only child. We didn’t have any money because my mom stayed at home to take care of me. I wound up playing with water and toilet paper. The 24 year-old environmentalist in me is disappointed that I wasted all that paper, but I’m glad my mom made me find new ways to create enjoyment in my life instead of finding it through purchased things or false experiences. I do this by devoting tons of attention to the people and things I “fall for”. This intensity can be scary to some, but it’s simply who I am. Also, if something is worthy of that devotion, it’s pretty freaking awesome.

I lack focus. I’m never too focused on one thing or one person. I have a lot of interests and a wide variety of friends that makes it easier to not get pigeonholed into one subject or one type of friend. I’m interested in everything from computers and tech to handmade crafting to community organizing. My friends are becoming increasingly diverse. They hold jobs in many different sectors, represent several political parties, yet they’re all caring individuals who generally want nothing but the best for the people around them. I never fully commit to one hobby or one group of friends simply because I don’t have to. I find this lack of focused attention to be healthy, it allows me to grow, and it keeps me on my toes.

I often lack follow-through. I know this is a weird thing, but I’m actually okay with my lack of follow-through. Sometimes it makes for disasters, but other times it sets me up for great success. I’m able to discern the situations that require or demand follow-through and which don’t. I know when something’s (a job, a relationship, or a hobby) going to be successful or valuable and I drop everything else to ensure that it’s followed through to my best abilities.

These things make my life is rich, unusual, and ever-changing and, yes, that makes me awesome.