At night my mind comes alive, with the stories of yesterday, today, and sometimes if I’m lucky, tomorrow. I’ve always said I could probably write a novel during a bout of insomnia. My problem is the lack of motivation to actually write. I prefer just laying there with the stories floating around in my head. I’m a much better at creating in my head than actually putting the words down. So to actually take the step of pushing myself to write things down would be amazing, and not a step, in my 27 years, that I have been willing to take. Maybe someday.
Over the years I’ve had many people assume a lot of things about me. Maybe that’s true for everyone, but for me it seems that I’m above average (have to excel somewhere, right?) I’ve heard many times “I didn’t know she did this,” or “I didn’t know she liked that or was even interested in it.” I guess maybe the problem is that I seem to keep changing myself. I think you have to, to keep life interesting. At least it’s true for me. Seems I’ve been victim to the negative though. Some people seem to think that I’ve spent my life being a student and not getting out of the house. Or living what other people have deemed as a pretty boring life. People also assume that I don’t know things, or that I have not experienced much. I’ve spent many hours of my life horseback riding, then painting, then playing tons of field hockey with my sisters, to being able to play five different instruments at one time (I doubt I remember anymore…) I also snowmobiled for much of my childhood (I used to have my own little one, and I lived on it). I’ve moved so much, that I keep losing myself, or at least little parts of myself, when I move on to a new place. Obviously stopped snowmobiling in Florida, and that’s when I took up rollerblading. I took my rollerblades everywhere, and also biked. When I lived in Florida is when I started my interest in birds, and eventually owned one (I would love to own another). For a few years I went to probably a dozen concerts a year, and now I haven’t been to one in over 4 years. There was a year that I took up hiking with a good friend, and truly enjoyed it. In high school my father decided we were going to be very interested in 4 wheelers, and we spent many weekends 4 wheeling up on my uncle’s land. I wish people would stop assuming they know me. I barely know me. I’ve gone through so much in my life, with moving a hundred times, and going to 7 different schools, it has shaped who I am, or who I’m not.
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