Hitting this a little late, because we were on our way home from our spring break get away, and I was busy washing, packing, loading, and getting one last tan in.

This week's topic:  If you met me.... 

GO.

If you met me, there would probably be a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.  You might think I was a bit stand off-ish, snobby even.  You might think that maybe I wasn't worth getting to know.  That someone who can't even make eye contact can't be an interesting person.

But you would be wrong.  Because instead of cold and uncaring, I am terribly shy and incredibly insecure.

This has been something that I have struggled with since I was a child.  I can't tell you how many times people have revealed to me their first impressions, and they haven't been pretty.  How many times people have thought I was slighting them by not saying hello or talking much, when inside, I have been struggling with the decision to speak, wondering if the person in question really wanted to talk to me, or hear my opinion.

Given enough time, though,  you would find that I love to laugh.  That I have a passion for my family, my faith, and my job, which I feel is a calling.  That I love to read, write, and sing.  That I think and act often with my heart instead of my head.  That I care way too much what people think, but that I am desperately trying to change that.

Most of all, if you met me, I hope you'd take the chance and get to know me.

STOP.

Eh...not my best work.  After I just read it back, I realize that it sounds like I just wrote off the top of my head (which...duh, Lisa...is the point).  It is worth mentioning that I wrote this with a toddler on my shoulder and a four year old chanting, "Mamamamamamamama, Mamamamamamama, Mamamamamama."  Surrounded by sheet rock dust and listening to the dogs dig in the trash.  Ahhhh....it's good to be home!