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i am a goober. i screw up. i burn bridges and then run back across them anyway. i forgive. i hope to be forgiven. i realize things too late. i am stubborn. i drink whiskey in my hot tea. i worry. i love. i hope to be loved back. i like those hot pots of soup at the thai place that come with their own little fire underneath. i forget to filter things i say. i give more hugs than i used to. i apologize even when it’s not accepted. i eventually accept apologies i said i wouldn’t accept and hold the words close to my heart. i blurt things out in emails and think “oh crap” after i’ve already hit send. i keep secrets. i am impatient. i am loyal. i yearn for my warm hammock that awaits me on an island. i think green juice really rocks. i don’t want to be tamed or contained. i want to be appreciated. i yell sometimes. i accept the limitations of others. i am hard on myself. i take naps. i love adventures.