I’ve always been a little bit outside “the norm.” Not average. Challenging. Bold. Big in body, mind, and presence. Strong-willed, determined, and overly verbal about it. A storyteller by nature. I’m a dreamer who likes to make lists. A “YES” who likes to map it.
I rarely choose to do things the easy way. I like puzzles, and problem solving. I crave adventure. I need variety like I need air. I don’t like the word or the state of “normal.” I don’t like to hold still. Conventions make me nauseated. I like to learn the rules so I can bend and twist and break them when it’s time.
I rarely play it safe. I’m uncomfortable playing small. There are never enough ideas or things for me to learn. If you say we can go ten miles I want to go one hundred. My quench for growth is insatiable.
I love the way change calls me out of my comfort zone and into a terrifyingly fresh new space.
This, makes me . . . well. Me. It makes me, me. And I’m not sorry for that, anymore. It’s who I am. I’m good with it. Great, actually. Continue reading