Thanks, Fighting Windmills, for this post idea:
I am: satisfied with how I spent my “sabbatical.”
I think: that I would like to finish the fiction novel that I started more than a year ago.
I know: what the next couple books I want to write are… now I just need to write.
I have: the most wonderful neighbors who make my house feel even more like a home.
I wish: that the little cottage that could was already just the way we wanted it and not in need of a little renovation.
I hate: flying.
I miss: the beach. Sitting in the surf with a book in my hands is my place of perfect peace. Any chance someone has a gig to offer where I can just do that everyday?
I fear: heights.
I hear: What Not to Wear in the background.
I smell: Lola (who, thankfully, just had a bath).
I crave: a Rice Krispie Treat. How random.
I search: for the answers to my questions.
I wonder: if teaching is like riding a bike. Will I walk into my classroom on August 29th and just be able to do it again?
I regret: not studying abroad while I was in college.
I love: football season. Every Sunday between noon and 1 pm, BF and I sit down with a Subway sandwich and watch the Panthers. Lola hovers, hopeful that we will drop something. It is such a peaceful, still moment in our lives (although BF would say that the way that I grumble at the television keeps it from being peaceful).
I ache: from bursitis in my hip. Who knew being a writer came with job hazards like carpel tunnel and bursitis from sitting around and typing too much?
I am not: technologically savvy. My camera and computer aren’t talking to each other right now. Rather than mediate, I just stuffed my camera in a drawer.
I believe: that we must give the world our best.
I dance: with abandon.
I sing: with equal but more painful abandon.
I cry: when I see vulnerability expressed. It both breaks and builds my heart.
I fight: for what I think is right.
I win: very little. Once, I won a Holly Hobbie cake from a raffle at my sister’s school. I was sick, though, when it was delivered to our house and so my family ate it without me. Hmmm… perhaps this incident has led to my inability to share cupcakes.
I lose: stuff all of the time. I lost my glasses (I had back-up lenses) last year, and BF just found them on Friday (while looking for the remote control) hanging between the bedframe and the mattress on my side of the bed. Let’s not talk about the many times I have said to BF, “The only place my glasses can be is around this bed somewhere” and then made him lift the mattress so I could look around. Guess without my glasses on, I just couldn’t see ’em.
I never: eat grits. The texture absolutely freaks me out.
I always: faint at the doctor’s office when they have to take blood. I am not scared of needles or blood– my blood pressure is just low.
I confuse: April and August.
I listen: to music in the car and sing like I’m a rockstar (by that I mean that I impersonate a rockstar. I, unfortunately, do not sound like one).
I can usually be found: in front of my laptop.
I am scared: of sharks which is such a shame because I love surfing.
I need: time to myself to process and reenergize.
I am happy about: my new bangs.
I imagine: a more loving, gentle, and inclusive world.
I tag: whoever is so inspired.
Want a blank sheet to do it yourself? Here you go…
I am not:
I can usually be found:
I am scared:
I am happy about: