Flossing is important. Perfection is impossible. Laughter is mandatory.


I’m drawn to people who have brains, humor and wit, spunk, self-confidence (not narcissism), resilience, strength of character, a willingness to learn and be taught (humility).

I will not make your lemonade for you but, I promise to provide the sugar (or artificial sweetener, if that’s your thing.)

I pretend to like people for a living.

I’m really good at reading everyone except the ones that I want to read the most.

I prefer things that are beautiful in non-conventional ways. Art that expresses emotion, along with a moment or story. Music that invokes a reaction, not just a catchy chorus.

I have a weakness for people who don’t recognize their own genius.

I am not offended by a dirty joke.

I have a terrible habit of falling for people who don’t fall back.

My memory is terrible but my google skills are top-notch.

I have PCS but I’m good at hiding it.

People mistake my quietness for shyness… really, I just prefer not to be one of those people who says stupid things because they feel the need to make noise.

I stay up late on work nights and I love sleeping in on Sundays.

I love lilacs. I have lilac scented candles and sometimes spray a lilac perfume just to feel that feeling I feel every time I smell them.

Large crowds make me nervous. I had a panic attack on the T once. I’ve never told anyone.

When I was little, I snuck out of the house and crawled my way across the yard to my dad’s garden to eat strawberries and raspberries. When they found me, I was sitting in the middle of the patch, my fingers and face stained red from the juices. I would like to do that again.

A boyfriend in high school once told me that I look much better when I wear my hair down. To this day, I still question whether to put my hair up or suffer through it down to look better.

I am terrified that I am incapable of completely trusting anyone ever again but, I’m good at pretending.

I’ve seen Live (the band) at least 22 times.

An ex once posted private pictures of me online. They were up for 2 years before I discovered them.

I still feel like a skinny girl.

I believe my horse is a soul mate. She’s also the one thing I can be around and never feel an ounce of uncertainty, insecurity or judgment.

I only eat cake for the frosting. I don’t actually like cake that much.

I force myself into situations that terrify me, to punish myself for being so unsure of myself.

Sometimes I wonder where I would be if I had chosen to be a dancer over a rider when I was told I couldn’t be both.

There are people in my life that I feel don’t deserve me but I’m too worried about hurting their feelings to let them go.

I want lots of tattoos in places that they can’t be hidden.

I believe that I have more to offer than anyone has ever noticed.

I’m terrified of ending up alone.


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