I like to buck convention. I swear in public because the kids are going to hear it eventually anyway. I dress how I want because I can. Short skirts are my friends, but not because I'm trying to be sexy or something; I just like short skirts, so deal with it. If I had my way, I'd go barefooted everywhere.
I like to eat pecans. I say it "puh-cahns" because that's the right way. But after living in Boston for five years I pronounce "aunt" as "ahnt." I use Southern colloquilaisms all the time because I didn't realize they were Southern until I moved to Boston. Yet I have recently caught myself saying "draw" intead of "drawer." What are you gonna do?
I read. A lot. Everytime I walk into the library, I mean to pick up the book I have on hold, but I come out with at least four extras. I write down the titles of all the books I read. I especially love short stories and this year I've been exploring graphic novels.
I like to cook. Almost everything I eat is made from some selection of fresh fruit, fresh vegetables, grains, cheese, and olive oil. I like to keep my steak on the cow, and my drumsticks on the chicken. Lately I've had a penchant for whole grain cereal. Kashi Autumn Wheat rocks my world.
I do what I want. That sometimes makes my life a stream of paradoxes, contradictions, and randomness. I stay out dancing until 3 a.m. on a Saturday night, but then make sure I'm at book club at 1 p.m. and yoga at 4 p.m. on Sunday. I dress professionally during the week and wear miniskirts and lime green cowboy boots on weekends. I look like I've got it all together, but I really don't and I doubt I ever will.
I believe in people even though I'm more likely to get hurt. I believe in people so much it hurts. My heart breaks almost every day.
I am nothing like you think I am.
