I don’t do compliments well.
At all. I can dispense them like
a Pez, but I am not good at receiving them.
That has nothing to do with how I was raised, I received them from my
parents. It has everything to do with my
personal self-worth. I would imagine
that the majority of us have a hard time receiving them. Like, I am not abnormal in that respect. Abnormal yes, but not in that respect.
What it the most common compliment I receive? Hmmmm…probably that I give the best
hugs. If that is not at the top then it’s
how non-judgmental I am. I am sure I
have discussed how non-judgmental I am in several previous blogs, so I won’t
bore you with that again. But I do give
amazing hugs. A hug is an incredibly
powerful tool. To me it’s like a
handshake. When I go to shake someone’s
hand and they hand me this limp fish thing, or they barely react to you
grabbing your hand, it says a lot about a person. Sure, some people aren’t big fans of human
contact, (which I personally think is silly) but regardless, a firm,
acknowledging hand shake goes a long with me.
As does a hug. I am a
hugger. But not just to a random person. If I give you one, I damn well mean to. And I HATE, HATE, HATE patters. Seriously.
Do not PAT my back if you hug me.
For God’s sake squeeze. Participate
in the hug. If you act like I am about
to break you when I hug you, it’s probably a good idea to stand far enough back
that I know you don’t want one. But
regardless of the strength of your hug, if you pat me, simply just look at me
and say, I am a patter. Sorry Tiff. And I will respect you. But if you hug me and pat…well, it isn’t
pretty. Sister…is a patter. And so is Bella. Kolbie will hug you till your ribs break…
that is another extreme. Jarod
pats. Dad, well I don’t hug enough to
keep record of. Mom, well, mom is like
hugging the wind…simply just not much there.
But regardless, I love hugs. I
love giving them, receiving them. There
is no BAD time for a hug…we are human, we want touched. Most of us.
Hugs are amazing gifts…and so damn, well you know, free. Try hugging someone today, I guarantee it
will brighten their day.
If I had to move tomorrow, to any state or any country, I am
guessing that the majority of you would ASSUME I would say Minnesota, or even
Wisconsin for that matter. I can
honestly say my heart is very, very happy there. Especially along the St. Croix River, where I
feel I get the best of both worlds. But some
of the happiest days of my life were spent in northern Minnesota as well. From Bemidji to Duluth and UP! I love it there. I eat, sleep, and breathe better there.
However, I also fell madly in love with Las Vegas, even
though that is the polar opposite of Minnesota, there was something about the
place. Not on the strip, or even that
close to it, but close enough. I am not
a gambler, so that isn’t it…I cannot quite put my finger on it.
Since I can only choose one answer, drum roll please…I
choose Hawaii. As incredibly difficult as
that drastic of a lifestyle change was for me, something soaked in my bones
that I have never felt anywhere else. It
probably had something to do with the incredible beauty that your eyes
experienced every time you opened them, no matter where you were. I fell deeply in love with Kona and the “boho”
atmosphere. So laid back. So incredibly breathtaking. I also fell madly in love with Kauai…that is
a beauty you cannot put into words. I
suppose I was spoiled in a way, in that everyone I was surrounded by were
incredibly happy people because the majority of them were on vacation. But the locals I did get to meet were
amazingly relaxed as well. How could you
not be? But I honestly the one thing I
remember is how it smelled. Walking
along the beach, soaking up the salt water air…it was my favorite part about
going back to the ship, having that smell on me…that ship smelled, well, less
than comfy, but…yeah…anyway, I pick Hawaii.
I want to go back to Hawaii.
The pictures you are seeing on my post are actually pics I
took in Hawaii.
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