Feelings...nothing more than feelings.

I am a softy.
A sensitive person.
Even when I am not pregnant.
I cry at movies. (right now we are watching "The Other Side of Heaven"...totally crying)
I cry at TV shows. (hello, Grey's...that was almost impossible to not cry at)
I cry at myself when I have accomplished something great or small. (depends on the feat)
I cry when someone hurts my feelings.

I worry.
I worry about other people.
I worry about offending people. (I have reoccurring "foot in mouth" disease.)
I worry I am annoying and get on every one's nerves.
I worry people think I am dumb.
I worry what people think about me.
I worry that I really am what some people might think of me.

I love to love.

I love to help people.

I love that my kids so easily love the little ones and others.

I love that I get along with my siblings and parents so well.

I love my friends don't care how weird or crazy or dumb or sometimes depressed I can be.

I love all that I have.

I am sad that Jeff's paycheck might be less.

I am sad we might not move home this summer.

I am sad that my family will miss the birth of my last baby. (it is a sister thing...mom will be here)

I am sad that I can not help my family in Sacramento. (they need so much help)

I am sad that some people have to put people down in order to feel better about themselves.

I am sad that I have one less friend than before.

Feelings...

Anyone can have feelings.

Anyone can hurt someone feelings.

I hope I have NEVER hurt any ones feelings, the way mine have been hurt. It is horrible.

If I did, I didn't mean too.

And I am sorry.

It is usually my extremely low self esteem that prevents me from doing a great many things.

Calling and keeping up with a friends or people who may be great friends. (if I have any doubts they like me or think less of me, I won't try very hard..crazy I know)

I avoid places and people because I am afraid of them. Or afraid they don't like me.

I truly am a mess in that department.

I am trying to be better.

I am trying not to keep my feeling on my sleeve.

but I am who I am...sad, happy, worry wart, and low self-esteem...It is me.

Like me or not.

It does not change me.