I Am Nice?

Something I’ve noticed lately:

When people talk about me, one of the things I hear most often is that I am nice. Consistently, this is what I hear over and over, even when I think I have not been my best self to someone or when I simply don’t think I’ve treated them with more than casual respect. Even my friends from high school, when I know I was at my toughest point, in the midst of a depressive episode for a long time, remember that I was kind to them. My college friends know and remember me to be considerate and caring. People tell me that I am bright-eyed with wonder and that I am kind.

I can live with this legacy. If this is what people know of me, especially when I do not always know it of myself, I am proud.