As of August 6, 2017…
About pages are SO much pressure. I’ve changed this twice now, so third time’s a charm?
The quick and dirty is that I’m a midwesterner about to hit a quarter-life crisis living at home with my mom. I love horses and have from the age of 7 (maybe earlier, who knows). Two of the most influential of my riding instructors/mentors in my life died while I was under their tutelage, and now I kind of worry about cursing people.
Which is ironic considering I have an incurable neurological disorder – shouldn’t the cursing already be taken care of?
I drink books and reading like water, and believe well-tended learning and air are both essential to life. If I’m interested in a particular subject, I want to see it from as many angles and perspectives as possible – the merits and downfalls, from the point of view of someone I already know and someone I’ve never heard of.
I find sociology and personality typology endlessly fascinating, with incredible applications but mostly useless as ends to themselves. And my views on everything are pretty much always up for debate with further insight.
Oh, and I’m obsessed with image/portraying myself in a certain way (read: successful, having it together). Pretty much has been that way since I became a big sister (at age 2). On a positive note, it led to good grades, being super involved, some decent art work (tooting my own horn, check out the drawings page), getting into college (
… and barely completing college)…
On the negative side, it probably didn’t help my stewing chronic illness, contributed to some major teenage depression, led to some serious burnout, and caused my current lack of identity unless tied to something I’m “good” at.