The Underdog

There are so many ways that we beat ourselves up... I did this wrong or said that wrong and while I could make a list for you right now, I'd rather tell you about a self-quality I can't help but like.

Today I was thinking about... well actually I don't remember (but for some reason I still feel the need to struggle through this post). Anyway, I was thinking about something and as always, I couldn't help but hope the underdog of that scenario comes out on top.

It doesn't matter if it's something obvious like football when I root for the less popular team of the two, or something just in my head like my slightly-subconscious need for the less popular: yellow-gold jewelry, green tea (believe me, it wasn't popular among my peeps when I started drinking it in high school). I'm not super-different from others, but I'm just drawn to some things because to me, they are the underdog.

These thoughts have probably been rooted from an early age when my mother would consistently take my friend's side as I told her about an argument. Didn't matter what it was about, she would have comments that eluded to me being wrong. "Why did you say that? Don't act like that." And lets not forget the eye roll ((OMG... I'm just now realizing my eye roll is strictly a hand-me-down from my mother)).

To get back on track here, I see myself doing this same (less extreme) eluding whenever the people are telling me about their disagreements with others. For me, it seems more like trying to see both sides of the story and giving the best advice possible, but sometimes (especially in the case of my hubby), it can seem like I'm not taking his side (no matter wife, as any good wife should ;).

All in all, it's something I like about myself. I think I could make a good counselor and someday I might try to pursue that career path, but for now, I'll happily settle for having a quality I admire in myself. Go Underdogs!