I am alive, extraordinarily alive.
I love to sing, sing loud and passionately.
I am moved with and by music and the space in time it brings me into. My memories are hidden in music.
I breathe in pain, wear it for awhile, and then let laughter and hope hang it back up in my closet.
I love to do cartwheels.
I wear unique pieces of clothes because I think it’s a fun way to express myself.
I enjoy my comfort zone, but enjoy pushing myself and others out of it more.
I am a daughter of the One True God. His finger prints compose me.
I see the world as an opportunity for eye contact and conversation.
I like to dance, whether it looks good or not.
I delight in words, both reading and writing them.
I love to learn new things.
I give time away like kids give away broccoli.
I am twenty-three; no more or less.
I play the piano; sometimes it plays my heart instead.
I ask questions every day because life is boring without curiosity.