Sending a postcard in to Postsecret is, indeed, incredibly freeing.
Having them publish it? Not so much.
Because it's like that priest who hits a hole-in-one on Sunday. Really. Who am I gonna tell?
Here's hoping that something I say in New York next weekend gets overheard and submitted to Overheard in New York, instead.
Because, you know. It's important to have goals.
I think I will do a meme here, just to make sure there's a bit more content that's entertaining to at least one reader.
If you're not familiar with my writing, I may as well tell you that I have only one rule about memes: I tag no one. If you'd like to play along, help yourself, but don't feel obligated.
Also, if you have been tagged by someone else for the same meme, and you don't feel like doing it, reading mine all the way through renders you immune.
Two rules.
Sorry, I'll come in again.
Eight Things Most People Don't Know About Me:
- I can't even begin to relax for the night until I'm sure that I have a fairly solid plan for the following day (in my mind — I'm not so obsessive that I have to write it down and cross it off), starting with what I'm going to wear, following through with what has to be accomplished in the office that day, what I want to write about in my spare time, what personal, social, and financial responsibilities have to be dealt with, and what I'm going to prepare and serve for meals (including what I might be out of and need to shop for).
- I'm a slow-sleep insomniac, probably due to number 1.
- I prefer perfumes that remind me of foods (lime-basil candles, that lemony-coriander aromatherapy stuff from Arbonne, Göt 2 Be's In-Therapy conditioner that smells like Mint Melties) than those that are musky or floral.
- I want more than what I have, and I judge myself harshly for being so ungrateful.
- I once put together a list of one hundred things I loved, excluding the obvious or too general, and, while it took me forever to compile, it got easier as I progressed, and eventually I conquered it. It was one of the pieces of writing I'm most proud of.
- I have tried twice to redo that list from scratch (as in, not referring back to it, just making a new list of one hundred, whether or not the same items appeared on it) and failed both times.
- I hate that I want so much to be able to communicate, and that I seem to be so bad at it that no one really understands me.
- I want more than anything to be the person I dream myself to be.