Who am I? It shouldn’t be such a difficult question. Right? I suppose for some it isn’t difficult at all. I however, have spent much of my life ignoring who I am for the sake of who others are. It’s a sad reality of unhealthy extremes. So indulge me for a bit, as I remember who I am and indulge myself on a selfish journey of discovery.
I love…
Lazy afternoons.
Writing on my lap top in coffee shops.
Email.
Watching Sex and the City while drinking a glass of wine or stuffing my face with popcorn laced with sugar.
Text Messages that make me laugh or smile.
Beer and hot dogs at Dodger Stadium.
Watching planes fly in and out of LAX at night.
E.B. White, Shakespeare and J.D. Salinger.
A night on the city with my girls, talking and laughing about all the wild, crazy and even mundane things that happen in our wild, crazy and even mundane lives.
Driving around with the windows down and the music up, rocking out in my car.
Laughing.
Jogging at the beach.
Lounging at the beach.
Walking at the beach at night.
New York.
LA.
Chocolate.
Coffee.
Chocolate Chip Twists from Coffee Bean.
The way a fresh coat of nail polish makes me feel like a whole new person.
The sound of silence.
A cool breeze.
The color green, and blue, and sometimes brown.
Backyard BBQ’s in the summertime.
Watching the rain from inside a warm living room next to the fireplace.
The happy and friendly atmosphere of the holidays.
The way the trees turn colors in northern Cali in the fall.
Watching it snow.
Dressing up and being girly.
Dressing down and watching sports.
Oh! Sex and the City just came on… gotta run!!
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