Me. Does anyone else find it hard to talk about themselves? I do. Here we go. Hopefully, I won't rewrite this or erase it seven more times.
My life is really good. I've been super happy doing my thing. I work a crazy schedule, and grade tons of papers (I teach English, there are always tons of papers). I am super close to my family and everyone lives here in Chico. That makes me one lucky girl. I have been super content and happy teaching and spending time with some great friends that I have made, and my super family. I haven't felt as if anything was really missing.
Then I went on a trip to speak at a conference in Cincinnati. I really hadn't been travelling very much lately due to my crazy schedule the last few years and didn't really think that I missed it much. I was in a grove, maybe a rut. I'm not sure yet. This trip really reminded me about part of my life that I hadn't really cultivated very much in the last 6 years. After that trip, I started to think about other things that I might have not made room for. So, here I am on match.
Me: I am glass half-full. People say that I am outrageously independant (they might be right). I am however an incurable romantic (that most people don't really see). My family says I'm intense (I guess that is true). My friends say athat I am generous (that is true). I love football (this is new). My fantasy team sucks (I hate to lose). I love music and if I could do anything all day long and not have to worry about money, I would just sing. I see my shortcomings more than anyone else (I hide this really well). Sometimes I am super goofy and funny (especially with my nephews whom I adore). I always think the best of people (sometimes to a fault but once I am done, I'm done).
You: Indepedant. Loyal. Funny. Smart. Patient.
Us...?
