I love my curious mind
I’m a puzzle solver. From jigsaws to juggernauts, I have a talent for taking obscure facts and pieces and bringing them together into a cohesive whole.
I love that I am adaptable
I like learning and trying new things. I am good at rolling with whatever The Universe throws my way.
I love my hair
My friend Brandie calls my hair unruly and she is right. My curly hair is a walking barometer, a rebellious child, an untamed soul. Some days it is naughty, others nice. Its ornery nature suits me just fine.
I love that I am resilient
If I fall down, I dust myself off and tackle the mountain again. Sometimes, again and again.
I love my sense of humor
I laugh, crack jokes, and throw out the occasional zinger. I don’t take myself too seriously. Seriously.
I love that I am neat
Okay, so I have a firm hold on the coattails of OCD. I’m not quite Monk, but I do love my order. To be honest, Monk is a second-cousin, the branch of the family where the hair isn’t so frizzy.
I love my quirks
I am irreverent, outspoken, and mischievous. I don’t like feet. I have come to the obvious conclusion my forehead creases are a sign of great genius generated from my wonder of the world and people around me.
I love that I am creative
I write, draw, imagine, dream, experiment, play, wonder, wish. Just don’t ask me to sing.
I love my super powers
I can see someone on TV or in movies and tell you what else they have been in—random connections of often minor players. I can create a tasty meal out of whatever is left in the fridge. I am a brainstorming goddess and am constantly churning out ideas.
I love that my life story is still being written
I embrace the changes, challenges, and successes that lie in my future. I love that I don’t know where my journey will lead me and continue to enjoy the ride.
I love that I am human
I make mistakes. I curse. I say the wrong things. I am irritated by empty toilet paper rolls. I hate high heels and despise spray tanning.
I am unique and adorable, somewhat loveable me.