MY REAL BIO

A brilliant friend gave me a writing exercise to prep for the launch of my blog. Here it is.

A brilliant friend gave me a writing exercise to prep for the launch of my blog. Here it is.

MY REAL BIO

Like (probably?) everyone, I am a yin yang of forces that are very disorienting. And, when I own them, sparkling, golden, beautiful.

I crave lemony green ginger juice. It makes me feel alive. Cinnamon toast with lots of butter is my heroin. I profoundly enjoy (and feel deep shame about) perfectly toasted, glittering-with-sugar, or glistening-with-honey, super buttery cinnamon toast. 

I am often astonished at my overflowing compassion and my self-absorbed ambitions. 

As a little girl I felt at home hiking in the Colorado Rocky Mountains and I drifted away at night reminiscing about my mermaid life at sea. 

I own my fierce independence. I am a righteous babe. I am able, confident, and all five feet of me loves loading all ten feet of my paddle board on my little mini car. All by myself. I am terrified that I may end up alone. A small push, and I feel totally insecure. And, all 100% of me misses my last love. Deeply. 

There are few things I enjoy more than minimalist camping, cut-up shins after mountain-biking, public transportation, walking barefoot on dirt roads, cheap Mexican food, and real thrift stores. Except, maybe, fresh lavender-scented high-thread-count pillowcases, in a beautifully wallpapered boutique hotel, after a hand-crafted pomelo sage cocktail. With large ice cubes.

I am extremely loving, safe, forgiving, and compassionate. I struggle to love on myself. 

I love close community, I love my tight, loving family. I cherish rich roots, a sense of belonging, the familiarity of a place and its plants after years of friendship, and stable love. I long to get lost in the world, stargaze from another hemisphere, board the wrong train and end up at the perfect trailhead. I yearn to voyage untethered, chosen by chance adventures, swallowed whole by Life. I want to run with my eyes wide open, choose from grocery labels in languages I can't read, with radical freedom, surprised, stoked, a little bit scared, at home in my self, against treacherous waves, sea spraying my smiling face, to be lulled asleep by ocean currents.