Please welcome Habbala to my blog, one of those gals that is lucky she doesn’t live in the same city as I do because if she did? We’d be attached at the hip. If I ever move to California, I’ll have this girl to thank for it.
Hi. I go by Habbala, and I blog over here. I am honored to be guest posting here at Walking with Nora and let me tell you why. Nora? She is the real deal. She is a genuinely amazing friend. She is supportive and funny, true and honest. But you probably already know that… cause you’re already here.
Nora and I are in very similar points in life. We’re still trying to figure it out; making the rules up as we go. Faking it until this new life feels real. We are learning more every day who we are and what we want… and we write about it.
We write because it’s cathartic for us to get our thoughts out of our heads and it’s helpful to record the process. We also write because there is a chance that one of you might learn something from our lives too. So, on that note, I would like to share one of the things I have been thinking about lately:
I have noticed that my strengths can sometimes be weaknesses and sometimes my weaknesses can be strengths. Let me illustrate:
I am passionate. At my best, I feel things intensely and get ridiculously excited about most anything.
At my worst, I leap before thinking and overwhelm people with my energy (and lack of an inside voice).
I am emotional. I am able to empathize and feel things truly with my whole heart.
At my worst I am viewed as weak and run the risk of being crushed by the propensity for the people to be so evil to each other.
I can read people. At my best I make people feel heard and understood.
At my worst I be manipulative; knowing how to get what I want from the people closest to me OR decide quickly that I don’t think we’ll be friends.
I am selfless. At my best I want to bring together people and make them feel loved, cared for, and valued.
At my worst I can forget about myself and be an avoider of conflict.
I am happy. At my best, I see the best in situations and I bounce back from disappointment quickly.
At my worst I am terrified of letting myself slip into sadness.
All the time, I am a beautiful mess.
What about you?

