Honor Your Truth
You are not alone.
​I'm told that a bio should be written in the 3rd person. But then it's me talking about me, as if it's not me, which seems really weird. She this, she that, like there's someone else in the room I'm referring to. It's just me, staring at a blinking cursor, not knowing what the hell to write about myself. Historically, I'll say way too much or nothing at all. I've heard there exists a happy medium, but I've never found it. I teeter totter between the extremes.
So... who am I? Lately I've been wondering that myself.
I do creative things, but more out of desperation, than inspiration. I do them because if I don't, I'll go insane. I need a creative project with a couple more on the backburner just in case. I'm sure many of you know exactly what I mean. Being a creative person is not unique to me. We're human beings and we have to make stuff in order to survive, which I for one am glad there was someone who thought to make fire with a couple of rocks. My ideas probably won't mean as much to humanity as a whole. Like I wanted to make slipper mops, but someone beat me to it. We are creators not just in a physical sense, but emotionally, spiritually, and definitely mentally. My mental health relies on creativity if I'm to achieve any kind of balance at all.​
I am an artist... a musician... a writer... a storyteller, and the many other things that make up a person. I wait tables for a living. I'm a hard worker, a good listener, a self-trained therapist. I can be relied upon. My very favorite book when I was growing up was "THE SECRET GARDEN" and I have one in my backyard. It's filled with plants, vines, art, and stuff I don't know what to do with, but it's cool so I throw it back there. Digging in the dirt can pull me out of a funk. My house is a STRANGE MUSEUM, the kind you stumble upon while traveling out west on a road trip.
I love my Vespa. I love to cross shit off a list. I love stickers. I make cards & bookmarks for people. And you want to get on my pet snails mailing list- ask anyone. I don't really have a pet snail. But if my snail mail list gets any longer, I'm gonna need a bunch of pet snails to help me keep up in my SNAIL MAIL workshop. (say that real fast-lol). I love to clean. I love to vacuum most. I love to cook. And I love going to the grocery store. It's the only kind of shopping I can stand. I love shelves. I love snacks and comfies. I love movies and I love an addicting series that causes me to go on a binge-watching, belly-bustin' bender. ​​I love to travel, but I like to go to the same place over and over until it feels like home and I can chill at a coffee shop. And who doesn't love a good plaid?
I love to crack up.I love the stuff every normal person loves. And if you don't, I don't know what to tell you. I love to run, bike, hike, all that shit. I love trees. I love weather, all kinds, even a Minnesota winter. Actually, my least favorite weather is a blue sky. A beautiful day in the neighborhood. Uggggh. I hate it when it's fucking sunny. But I can't really hate anything because I love LoVE. But a sunny day makes me feel like I should be doing anything other than what I'm doing, and it better be fun. Like skipping merrily along in a cute outfit with a bunch of friends doing the same. But I'm usually not. Because when the sun is shining, it hands me a long list of things I could be doing, probably should be doing, if only I was a different person. I love a rainy day. And duh, everyone knows I love toys, especially dolls.
