I just had a great realization of who I want to be in life. And it turns out I already am her.
I’m a woman who reads weird fictional books;
who needs moments of quiet and owns noise-cancelling headphones just to be sure;
who loves her plants like they’re human children–all 53 of them;
who can be challenging and difficult and frustrating and stubborn;
who gets to teach yoga on Fridays;
who owns her weird as well as her love of naps;
who loves love and weddings;
who is a chronic over-committer and perfectionist;
who is an obsessed cat mom;
who occasionally and anxiously tries new things;
who gets frustrated by people behaving badly, including herself;
who loves checking the mail and hates the sound of chewing;
who loves her job and all it’s writing/project management nerdom;
who loses herself wandering around with her fancy camera, just looking;
who loves bed snacks, but hates bed crumbs;
who never had children and is therefore an always-for-hire auntie to her friends’ and family’s kids;
who is in love with an impressive, bearded man who brings her coffee in bed and makes her belly laugh multiple times a day;
who loves cheese more than life itself;
who loves to draw and paint and write, but only occasionally;
who isn’t afraid to start sentences with “and” or “but” or “because;”
who has friendships and connections with people that inspire joy and passion and love and laughter;
who loves words;
who still gets mad if people forget her birthday;
who writes pro bono grants and teaches donation yoga for homeless cats;
who plays trivia (badly as an individual, but incredibly as a team) every other Tuesday evening;
who cooks for the fun of it;
whose favorite color is glitter;
and is an unapologetic cat and animal-loving human with impeccable instincts.
I do think this post is largely inspired by others posting about New Year’s stuff, so it was nice for me to realize I already am the person I want to be in 2023.
And don’t get me wrong…I’ve done a ton of reflecting, not just about 2022, but both 2022 and 2021, in how impressive it is to fit so many intense events, life changes, and visits to the hospital into a relatively short period of time.
I thought about listing these events and life changes, but that seems dramatic and unnecessary, so I won’t.
I guess most of those moments in time aided me in becoming the person I am today, so that’s why I mention them here.
And so much of it is just a reminder that nothing is ever the same from day-to-day, and year-to-year, so it’s just a good idea to keep on keepin’-on in the best and smoothest ways we can.
Anyway, that’s my two cents–worth what you pay for it, which is nothing.
The Pickle Writer 