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3 Personality Traits I’m Proud Of…

This month I’m working my way through different writing prompts. All of the prompts are designed to make me think about who I am and share that so that my readers may get to know me better. Today’s prompt challenged me to think about my personality and the traits that make me the unique me that I am.

This was not easy at first, because I had to figure out the difference between personality and emotions. I tend to think of my personality at the emotions I am feeling at the time, but personality is more about who you are most of the time, regardless of emotions.

“I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well…” -Psalms 139:14

The three personality traits I am proud of is my spirituality, positivness and thinking. These three are the main part of who I am and come closer than anything that I can think of in expressing the real me.

I AM SPIRITUAL! This is really the foundation or my personality. Everything is planted and grows out of this part of my life. One of my favorite teachers used to say: “We spend most of our lives living as human beings looking to have a spiritual experience, when in reality we are spiritual beings getting to have a human experience.” I believe this is true and I work very intentionally to pay attention and tap into the reality that I am a spiritual being getting to have a human experience. This influences every other part of my life and more than anything else makes me the person that I am.

I AM POSITIVE! I have always tried to be positve, but it is a hard thing to maintain in such a negative world. We are surrounded by negativity and it is often attacking on all levels and from every angle. At some point in my life, I made the choice to choose positive over negative. That is basically our choice: We can live a positve life or a negative life and no one gets to decide for us. Each of us, have to decide for ourselves. I choose positve and it pays off for me everyday. The other benefit is the blessings it brings into my life, are blessings I can share with others.

I AM THINKING! I think all the time. I look at things from the inside – out and from the outside – in. For some folks, thinking can be a dangerous thing, but for me, I like to see things and figure out what is true and what is false.

My Earliest Childhood Memory!

I’ve been thinking for serveral days, trying to remember my earliest childhood memory. I remember when I was very young 1, 2 or 3 years old. I was riding a horse and every since then I have loved horses. I am not really sure if this is a memory of the actual event or a memory from a picture of the event, but I can still feel the excitement and fear that I felt sitting up on such a big animal.

I remember the church I grew up in and one man that would scare me to death when he would shout an “AMEN!” with his deep, loud voice. I remember sitting in church and rubbing the soft, cool fur on my Aunt Mag’s “Sunday Go To Church Coat”. I remember going back and standing right beside the preacher and shaking everyone’s hand as they left the Sunday morning service. I remember so many sweet people that taught me the stories of the Bible that would become the foundation for my life and living.

I also remember a lot of fun memories from K-5. I remember the playground and the giant sliding boards that would fry your legs and behind in the summer time. I remember the classroom centers and getting to pretend you were an adult. I remember the class next door had a hammock hanging in it and I thought that was the coolest thing ever.

I remember one of my good friends from 1st grade was an african american kid named Mark Coker and how some of the other kids made fun of him, because he would suck on his middle finger and pointer finger when he was nervous, which was pretty much all the time.

I remember when one of my school/church friends little brother Jeffery got cancer and lost all of his hair. Some of the other kids were bullying him and it hurt my heart so bad that I was ready to take them all on.

I remember Saturday trips to breakfast and yard sales with my Granny Earlene Davenport and hanging out at her flowershop during the week. I remember walking up the sidewalk to Jack Turner’s Barbershop and him pretending to give me a hair cut, just to make me feel like a big man. I remember Wilson’s Five & Dime Store and the neatest little toys and treasures we could find there.

I remember my Pa Albert Harvell and learning how to plant a garden, watch it grow and reap the benefits of hard work. I remember going in the house after snapping peas with my Grandma Sara Harvell and her teaching me how to make biscuits from scratch. One of my favorite memories from their house was the well house and the bucket you could run down and bring up with ice cold water. I especially remember my Pa’s “DIPPER” that hung above the sink, When ever he wanted a drink of water, he didn’t put it in a glass, insteead he ran it in the dipper and took a swig or two.

I have so many prescious memories. I could go on and on and on. That’s the funny thing about memories, once we take the time to start remembering, they come flooding back into our lives. And the beautiful thing is: As long as we are living, we still have the chance to keep making them and remembering them. Enjoy…