That’s what the poster on the back of my bedroom door says.
Well the first one is easy enough. I’m silly enough for everyone in the world twice over.
It’s why I work with children. It’s why I dance to the music in the supermarket. It’s why my kids are embarrassed. (Big smileys emoji for the last one.)
I’m kind too. I know that. I’m kind and I care. I like that about me. I’m kind because it costs nothing and it feels awesome to make someone else feel good.
I like giving random compliments to strangers. I like telling my friends how much I love them. I like being there for people because that’s my kind of kind.
Be honest is the one I struggle with. Because eh, ain’t nobody got time for that.
You can be honest for a bit and then it gets boring and you’re better off just smiling and shrugging and going with the flow.
If I was honest the boat would be rocking so hard but the boat is the still despite the waves around it.
Are people still honest or are we all just being better versions of ourselves and avoiding the honest?
I don’t know.
And I honestly mean that.