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Jumping right in this time!
8. Any piece of advice.
Appreciate the small things in life. You’ll be a better and happier person. I always have a good day when I remember to do this.
9. A moment in your day (day of the prompt: Thursday May 9th)
I had a wonderful evening drinking margaritas, catching up with a wonderful friend who just came back in town. I just love that moment when you have so much to tell a really good friend, someone who really cares and listens when you tell an unnecessarily long and detailed story. Someone whose unnecessarily long and detailed stories you can’t wait to hear. Plus with drinks and guacamole included, such a wonderful moment in my day 🙂
10. Most embarrassing moment.
I don’t have one! I don’t embarrass all that easily, I’m always a clumsy mess and that doesn’t bother me, and I haven’t had any huge horrifically embarrassing things happen to me. The most objectively embarrassing thing that’s happened to me is this: during a soccer game, I got heat stroke and threw up in the middle of the field. It was gross. Two teams, refs, and all the bystanders watching me. But was I actually embarrassed? No. I had heat stroke! I felt like crap! I took a nice long break but then I went back in that game because we only had 9 people on the field and I loved soccer. Okay, that was a really bad decision and I paid for it later, but I felt like a bad-ass. I usually default to that as my most embarrassing story, but that’s just dishonest.
Here’s what really embarrasses me: blushing. I swear, something is wrong with my body’s blushing mechanism. Times when I actually do feel like I should be a little embarrassed and I think normal people would turn a little red, I’m fine. No reaction. Other times when I have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed, I blush! As in, I see a friend or someone I know, and start a conversation. I just start blushing! I have no idea why. Then I realize that I’m blushing at a totally awkward and inopportune time and then I really start blushing. Bright red face! Now that’s embarrassing to me.
11. Sell yourself in 10 words or less.
Creative. Honest. Friendly. Humble (making this prompt extra difficult!) Energetic. Efficient. Goofy. Decisive. Joyful. Loving.
12. What do you miss?
I miss my last year in law school. I know it sounds weird, but as I mentioned in my Part 1 post, I loved school. That year was fairly stress free (again, dork who loved being a student speaking.) Tons of friends. Free time. Before the shit hit the fan. Before being a real adult started. Life is better now, happier … But I sure do miss the carefree feeling of that last year. That feeling.
13. Issue a public apology.
I’m sorry that I only apologize in rare circumstances. I’m sorry that I can quickly and easily say “I’m sorry” when someone bumps into me in a crowded place, or sing it in a very unapologetic way when I do something shady while I’m driving – those times when it really doesn’t count. When no one hears me. When it’s a stupid reflex that I don’t mean. When it’s not an apology. It doesn’t come from a bad place; I think it’s because I have good intentions – how can I owe an apology when I mean well so often? I’m sorry that I honestly couldn’t think of something I should actually apologize for, even though I’m sure I owe plenty.
Ripe farmer’s market fruit.
Adorable animals. My pets, your pets, zoo animals, Pinterest pics, even those Instagram feeds dedicated to one pet alone, pictures night and day. I love them all.
Fresh air and sunshine.
A really refreshing smoothie.
Friends. (I meant spending time with my friends. But on reading it a second time, it seems like I mean the TV show. That too.)
A good run. Even a bad run usually makes me happy.
Twinkle lights. Gobs of them.
Discovering something I loved pre-veganism is vegan.
Toasty-warm covers at night.
Writing. Not just blog posts, but all writing. Little stories. Journals. To do lists, grocery lists, meal plans. Notes. Recipes – again, I don’t mean blogging here. I mean the actual act of typing or writing something down, even if it’s just ingredients. I love it.