If you really knew me, you would know that:
I struggle with trusting myself, caring for and loving myself, and I have a bad habit of trying to please and take care of everyone else even if it means I am being hurt or suffering.
I act tough but I am incredibly sensitive.
I seem like an extrovert but am really an introvert who’s curious, who wants approval and appreciation.
I suffer from poverty mentality, don’t think I am enough or believe there will be enough for me.
I have all of these surface level issues, blockages that cause me so much suffering, but underneath, I am wise and compassionate and powerful.
I love big, a love that is unbound, a love that breaks my heart wide open.
I hold a grudge, am judgmental and critical, but I would never hurt anyone intentionally.
I’m glad that dogs can’t talk because if they could, I might find out they don’t love me as much as I think they do, and I couldn’t bear that.
I am obsessed with anything about the Holocaust, went to Amsterdam just to be able to see the Anne Frank House.
I can’t swim very well because I am afraid of drowning, which makes me tense up and start to sink.
I have dreams about being able to fly fight like in The Matrix or Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.
The only “make-up” I wear is moisturizer and Strawberry Chapstick.
I prefer flip-flops, clogs, or boots to heels or sandals, but I’d rather not wear shoes at all.
I like doing laundry.
Lilacs are my favorite flowers.
I couldn’t live without music—well, I could, but I wouldn’t be as happy.
This is my second marriage.
My two favorite and most read authors are Stephen King and Margaret Atwood, and my favorite poet is Mary Oliver.
I was in theater and two different choirs in high school. I miss it.
I dream about learning to play the ukulele I already own and taking singing lessons so that someday I can be in a band.
I have two tattoos.
I want to be in a flash mob.
I lived in the same house for the first 18 years of my life, and the house I live in now, have for 12 years, has the exact same floor plan and was built around the same time.
I was scared of the dark and being alone until I was 31 years old, the same year I got my first dog.
Letting go of that dog, my Obi, was the most difficult and most loving thing I have ever done.
I prefer mending and keeping old things over buying new ones.
I have two places I consider “home.”
My favorite pastry is a maple bar (unfilled), my favorite ice cream is maple nut, and I love any breakfast eaten with maple syrup.
I would almost always choose staying home in my pajamas and reading a good book over dressing up and going to a concert.
I have Ménière’s disease and Hypothyroidism.
I have wanted to be a writer since I was in the second grade, when I first realized writing was an occupation and therefore a possibility for me. It’s still the thing I want most.