Life's Too Short

When I was a junior in college, I spent a few hours nearly every day walking around Boston and Cambridge while listening over and over again to the same Lucy Woodward CD.

I've seen every episode of The Wonder Years and I'm highly suspicious of anyone who doesn't think it's the best show ever made.

When I was 26, I made one vegan cupcake recipe every week for 40 weeks.

I dislike cats.  I distrust dogs.

I love vacuum cleaners.  I love car washes.

I haven't been back to my hometown since I graduated from high school.

I've never felt as alive as I did when I lived in London.

I like cuddling up and watching movies.  I love hiking.  I've gone camping with the same three families every summer for 27 years.

I love Thai food.  I like cucumbers and popcorn.

When I see someone with a flat tire or a dead battery on the side of the road on a cold, rainy day, sometime I want to cry.  Sometime I do cry.  I cry a lot.

The way people treat each other breaks my heart.  The way people love each other breaks my heart.

I believe in decency and kindness.  I am loyal and resilient.  I think of others and I don't think that's weird.

I work with seniors and I think it's the best job in the world.

I am saving my money to make a trip to Denver to visit my best friend and cousin.

I wish my grandma was still alive.  I wish my grandpa was still alive.

I love kickboxing.

Sometimes I wish I still lived in Boston.

I wish I was braver.

I know how to fight below the belt.

I don't understand some of the things I do.

I don't like the idea of having someone know where I am all the time.

I recently quit Facebook and I don't know if I'm going back.

I miss letters and phone calls.  I text too much and I hate it.

I like hanging out with my parents.

I can be passive aggressive and I hate that about myself.  I hurt people I love and I hate that about myself.

I've worn contacts since I was 13.

I like taking care of people.  I like feeling wanted.

I refer to Robert Downey Jr. as "my husband."  This has been going on since I was eleven years old.

I wrote a novel in graduate school.

I'm perceptive, even when I pretend I don't see things coming.

I don't know if I want to get married.  I don't know if I want kids.  I'm almost thirty and I don't know.

I know that I love love.

I love babies.

I think I have the best friends on the planet.

Lately I've been a terrible friend.

I can't decide on a place to live.

Before Christmas I got so sick I threw up on myself in my car.

Writing is one of the only things that makes me feel better.  Reading, too.

I'll give you every chance in the world if I love you.

I love daffodils and lilacs.

I've never had a good Valentine's Day.

If I love you, I'l stand up for you.  I expect you to do the same.  I won't get over it if you don't.

I wish my sister lived down the street.  I wish you all could have seen her play basketball.  I'm sad she hurt herself and wasn't able to play in college.  Watching her play was the only time I've ever witnessed greatness.  Watching high school sports now makes me a little sad.

Sometimes I can't sleep because my mind is convinced I have a disease and I'm worried about how I'll tell the people I love.

I wish I hadn't wasted my time.

I have so many secrets and so few people know them.

I think my past is my own business.

I love hanging out in bookstores and coffee shops.  I love wearing boots and scarves.  I hate doing my hair.

I think wrinkles and age spots are beautiful and a sign of a life well lived.

I believe I'll sell my book some day.

I have so many little crushes on people; they help me get through my days.

I'd rather crawl in bed with a book than go to any party on the planet.

I accept my body a little more each year.

I wish I could just kick and punch the crap out of things sometimes.

I have trouble saying what I mean.  I'm very misunderstood.

I'm complicated and contradictory and exhausting.  I will push your buttons and make you frustrated.

But I'm worth the effort and frustration.  I know I am.  And if you disagree, I will gladly help you pack your bags.  I deserve to be loved for exactly the person I am.