I want to inspire. I want to be inspired. I love my profession because it has meaning. I don’t mind waking up each morning, knowing that it is going to be a great day.
I love to read. I read everywhere. In fact, it is a habit of mine that my friends and family have come to abhor. I always carry a book with me. I enjoy listening to music, of all sorts. It puts me in a different place.
Sometimes I daydream. I tend to consume myself with so many thoughts. I wish I could slow down. I am always so busy and sometimes my days just pass me by.
I love my family. They may drive me insane. Okay they really drive me nuts, but they are there for me. I am there for them. It may seem odd, but I save every card, whether it is a birthday card, Christmas card, or even a thank you note, from my grandparents because I always want to remember their words.
I want to travel the world. I want to see everything. I love going to new places and getting to learn new cultures. As much as tourists annoy me, I want to be that person that asks a million questions and buys lots of postcards. I want to buy a vacation home someday (also because I think to continue paying timeshare maintenance fees is a waste of money). I want the sunrise to be the most inspirational thing that I see each morning.
I enjoy cooking. It is a stress reliever for me. Maybe it is even a coping mechanism, I’m not sure. I like the art that goes into it. My mother hates to cook, so where my ability came from is uncertain. I could never share or pass down recipes because I do not even possess a cookbook or write anything down.
I love spontaneous adventures. The idea of just driving and ending up somewhere unfamiliar is so exciting to me. Not the severely long road trips, but the miniature ones. I sing in the car, and sometimes even without the radio on.
I am so good at avoidance. It may be my best trait. The more someone pushes me emotionally, I pull away. When someone avoids me or I don’t feel the connection, I push further away. I don’t really have any regrets, but I have stopped talking to friends for no clear reason other than feeling a void. I don’t like to disappoint people, and I hate being disappointed. I’ve always considered myself my own worst enemy.
I wish I was more artistic. I love to draw and take pictures. Pictures remind me of moments. I love the emotion behind a picture, you can always see it, but I hate being in pictures.
I am guilty of drinking way too much coffee. Maybe my obsession began in high school when I worked at a café. I like smell of the coffee brewing and just sitting in those oversized chairs, daydreaming once again. The environment is perfect. I can enjoy all of favorite thins (reading, writing, drawing) and indulge (coffee)!
I wish I was braver. There are so many things I want to do, like travel the world, but now I hesitate. I don’t always want to be the strong one. I can’t always stay calm and collective. At times, I want to just scream and I feel guilty for this.
I want to get married someday. I want to be with that person who makes your knees weak when they hold you in their arms. I want to be with someone who would know that their life would be unbearable without me and vice versa. I want to have a family someday, because I know that I would be a great parent.
I love laughing. It is okay to be serious at times, but having fun is so important. The smile just may be the best feature of a person.
I love the word unique because it does define me. I am intellectual. I am spiritual, but not overly religious. I am creative and intense. I am emotional. I stand by my beliefs, which some may consider thick headedness, and I’m fine with that.
