Nobody puts baillee in the corner

I’ve been known to wear my heart on my sleeve. (Hell, I’ve worn it on my bangs and worn a headband to show everyone.) I used to think it was a bad thing… until I realized I’ve only been told by others it’s a bad thing. 

I’ve also been told I’m too dramatic (my fainting couch begs to differ). I’ve been told I care too much. I’m too jealous. I don’t care enough. I’m too laissez faire. I’m too hands on. I’m too passive aggressive. I’m too abrasive. I’m crazy. I’m too much. I overthink. I could go on and on. 

I’ve come to realize I’m something else: over it. I am dramatic. I am jealous (not in an Othello way or anything). I overthink legitimately everything (including whether or not that Shakespeare reference was worth it). But I am also passionate. I am caring. I am smart. I am funny. I am hardworking. I am compassionate. I could go on and on. 

Here’s the main takeaway: you have to take my good with my bad. You have to take my dramatics with my crying at dog adoption videos. You have to take my overthinking with my amazing gift giving. You even have to take my daily horoscope reads with my cuddling. 

I am the first to admit I am a complicated lady, and my suitcase is HEAVY (mostly from emotional baggage but also shoes), but I can honestly tell you, you’ll never meet someone who cares more or loves harder than I do. 

Plus, I can unwrap Starbursts in my mouth, so I’m great at cocktail parties.