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I’ll always be too much for some people, and I’m finally realizing it’s OK to be too much. 

I get excited and sometimes even jump up and down over the smallest things. I get emotional over things that most would never even care about. Almost everything has a sentimental value to me, which means I have a hard time getting rid of anything. At the same time, clutter and piles really stress me out.

I talk too much and most times too loudly. My brain is always like a browser with 37 different tabs open. I send multiple text messages when I could easily send it all in one message because I type faster than my thoughts even come and go.

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I go all out more times than not. I crack myself up. I love dad jokes. I sing the most random songs at the top of my lungs. 

I’m basically a child at heart, but I change my mind a lot.

I crave simplicity, but at the same time am always dreaming of bigger things. I’m basically a car going 100 mph in a 55 zone.

When I start watching a new TV show, I have to finish it. I can’t stand not knowing how it ends. When I love a song, I listen to it over and over . . . and over again. I love it when songs, TV shows, or movies speak to me. I love it when the lyrics or quotes relate or make me think about life in a deeper way. 

I have a hard time saying no, even if there is already enough on my plate. I’m always attempting to learn new things, new hobbies. I change my mind a lot.

I live a busy, chaotic, on-the-go lifestyle, yet at the same time, I’m a homebody who likes routine, organization, and having and following a plan.

I’m constantly wondering if or why people dislike me, but I can meet someone and instantly become friends with them. 

Some days I sleep too much, and some nights I don’t sleep at all because my thoughts do not stop running. 

But you know what else?

I’m passionate and will always defend my loved ones without even thinking twice. Nothing makes my heart as happy as making others happy.

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I give my all in everything. I dream hard, but I work even harder. I fall hard, but I get back up time and time again. 

I love unconditionally. 

I love too much. I laugh too much. I sing too much. I have too much emotion. I forgive too much.

And I’ll no longer apologize for that.

I realize I’ll never be everyone’s cup of tea, but my glass is usually always half full and that is something to be proud of. 

So if you are someone who feels too much or have been told you’re too much, just know you are actually the perfect amount.

Originally published on the author’s blog

Shelby Saumier

My name is Shelby and I am a 25-year-old teacher, racecar driver's wife + dog mom to two from Michigan. I love traveling, all things Disney, and being outdoors. 

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