She’s got a little bit of money and a little bit of this and it’s all she needs to live. She’s got a little bit of love and a little bit of that and it’s all she has to give.

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She doesn’t know how to say no. She doesn’t know how to push people away, her arms turn to jell-o when she tries. Her heart is prepared for all of the love it can hold until it explodes, and sometimes, her heart feels like it might explode. Her heart is most full when she is standing in front of forty teenagers exploring the magical places that literature exposes. The only thing she’s missing is someone to come home to, someone to share this life she has created with. She has everything else she needs and wants. She doesn’t have money or much free time, but she doesn’t need either. She jumps at the opportunity for an adventure, as crazy as it may be. She would much rather be outdoors, in the middle of the woods, with nothing but a backpack. At the same time, she is completely content curled up on the couch with a good book or watching a good movie. She found her heart in Oregon, but a little piece will always remain in California.

She doesn’t like to argue, she would rather let it all roll off of her back and go with the flow of those around her. She laughs at everything, even when it’s not the appropriate time. To her, nothing is “TMI” and those around her seem to realize that quickly. She has a guilty pleasure for celebrity gossip and reality television; maybe because that’s her escape. She always loses the game “never have I ever…” because there’s nothing she won’t try.

She has a love for the young, the old, and animals of all kinds, but everyone else often falls by the wayside. She can’t sing, can’t read music, but she tries anyway. She can memorize a song after listening to it twice, and knows the lyrics to every song on the radio or every song on any given iPod. She has a horrible sense of direction but loves to drive. She’s happiest when she’s alone, but can’t be alone forever. She believes that no one truly knows who she is, but she’s willing to give someone the chance to.

She’s learning that she’s not as “Type A” as she once was, but anxiety still hits her hard every once in a while. She talks to herself, she smiles at everyone she sees, she talks to strangers, and doesn’t understand why people are rude for no reason.

She has a love for red wine, dark beer, and black coffee. She tries really hard to like tea because she thinks it’s cool when people drink it, but she can’t unless it’s extra sweet. She doesn’t like dessert and wonders if people judge her for that. She lives off of yoga and running, and without one or the other, she would probably go insane.

She’s never identified with religion, but is spiritual. She finds God within herself, in the trees, in the sun, and in the sky. She loves learning about religion but can never see herself committing to one.

She’s perfectly imperfect and comfortable in her own skin during most hours of the day. Her emotions can be a rollercoaster at times, but she wouldn’t have it any other way because straight, flat roads are boring.

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