Thoughts, stories and pictures of whatever catches my fancy. I'm a single mom, an editor, a public relations manager for a children's museum, a daughter, a friend, a hopeless romantic, and an unrelenting optimist.
The URL? I'm a B-theorist. And yes, you should definitely look it up.
5 nice things, hmmm, okay. Here are 5 things I like about myself that maybe you don’t already know:
1) I’m deeply romantic. Like, I choose you because it feels written in the stars. Mate for life. Which makes being currently single sad, but I like that I’m romantic.
2) I also like that because of this, at age 41, my “number” is 3. Of which there are no regrets. Which is why I’m okay sharing this.
3) I have decent feet.
4) I like my nose.
5) I was never much of a cook until 5 or 6 years ago and have gotten steadily better since.
My fucking heart.
You know those people who have a bad experience and get jaded and put walls up and lose hope?
How do they do that? I want to be able to do that. I don’t work like that. My heart is always on full, I’m always ready to believe in the happy ending, and I can’t do anything at all to protect this way too soft underbelly of hopefulness.
This is the part that no one gets.
I’m the OPPOSITE of hopeless. I’m too hopeful. And I’m constantly falling flat on my face without ever being able to brace for the fall.
I’m tired of being a ghost.
And just tired in general.