The thing is, the label I was given as a child was Easygoing.
I didn't throw a lot of temper tantrums.
I did everything I was supposed to do in school. (Got good grades + stayed on task + didn't get into fights= trying to be a teacher's pet.)
I went to church on Sunday and didn't complain about it.
I smiled most of the time because I was happy.
I felt bad for kids who got picked on and tried to be nice to them.
Basically, I was a people-pleaser extraordinaire.
This was ME
BUT HERE IS MY SECRET...
I didn't want to be EASYGOING.
I wanted to be BAD.
I was really jealous of the kids who just did whatever they wanted in school. The teacher never forgot the names of the kids who were bad, but they forgot my name a lot.
Sometimes, I wanted to throw a big huge temper tantrum and slam doors and yell at people and CUSS just because.
Every once in a while I wanted to tell the kids that people picked on. "They pick on you because you are weird and annoying!"
Many days, sitting in church, I wished I could just YELL something really loud about how bored I was.
This is what I wanted to be...
I was Easygoing. And I was good.
Now I'm older. And I feel very free in the fact that I can be nice when I want to and mean when I feel like it. That I don't have to hide the way I really feel. I guess there are moments when people might label me as a Bee-otch, but I could care less. See, when you've spent your whole childhood making sure everyone is happy and likes you, you kind of get over it.
And you learn that there are moments for both.
If you run into me, I promise I will still be nice to you. Because you see, Easygoing is not something you grow out of. It's just something you learn to hide sometimes.
What about you? Were you an easygoing child, or a Rebel? (If you were a rebel, be gentle and remember...I so wish I was you. :-)