... things that challenge the status quo
just to keep your mind nimble.
In my current incarnation, I'm an herbalist (check here for more on that). Former lives included stints as an academic in training, an accountant, and a budding musician.
Of course, I do know that what you do is not who you are, so here's more on me:
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I believe everyone should live every day to its fullest, but I rarely achieve that goal. Unless catching an extra nap is considered living life to the fullest.
Even though I have a good life, sometimes I wonder if this is all there is to it. You know, don't you get a little bored thinking, gee, it's Wednesday, and I'm gonna do pretty much the same thing I did Tuesday?
I'm an overachiever in recovery.
I'm politically liberal almost to the point of radicalism, much to the chagrin of my sometimes loveable, mostly conservative family.
I hate Wal-Mart. Probably self-evident from the bullet above. If you must shop big box, go to Costco. At least they pay their employees better.
I can't decide if I'm a girly girl or a crunchy granola girl. I think it depends on the day of the week. For those familiar with the term, I suppose "girly girl" would translate to "lipstick lesbian," a subgroup well represented on The L Word (to the exclusion of all other subgroups) -- though I'm not nearly so stylish. Or so slutty, for that matter. (I mean that in a non-judgmental sort of way.)
The feminist in me can't believe I just described myself as a "girl," when all good feminists know we're women, or better yet, womyn. I'm also a little bit ashamed to have described other women as slutty, even if they are fictional women. Not ashamed enough to delete the comment, though. See beow.
As I get older I find it harder to take life, including politics, too seriously. Strange, because I was easily outraged by so many things in my twenties.
I've come to understand that your oldest friends really are your closest friends.
Power tools I'm capable with: drill, nail gun, circular saw, jigsaw, tile cutter, reciprocal saw, chainsaw (okay I've only tried that twice), belt sander, and the usual lawnmower, edger, weedeater and the like. Maybe a couple of others.
I'm not very photogenic. I swear, only one out of every ten photos of me even remotely resembles what I see when I look in the mirror.
I fear my mental capabilities are on the decline. Getting older sucks.
I'm not nearly as worried about what other people think of me as I used to be. Getting older rocks!
I am the walrus.
I have no idea what that means.