I also love detail. You can see where this can be an unhealthy matrimony. When someone asks me about a movie, four hours later I am telling them the ending and looking at their poor withered soul staring blankly into space. I know I should stop talking, but I hate dead air and well, by golly, details are important. Dead air makes me nervous. Like when you are waiting to take your Algebra II final or when you hear silence in a house with 3 kids and see that the package of permanent markers is missing or when you think you are laughing so hard you might pee your pants a little...but anyways. I. love. words.
When New Years rolls around I am never at a lack of resolutions. I can write a million, now I never KEEP any of these resolutions, but boy can I write them. Over the past few years I have changed my perspective on resolutions. I decided to write ones I could keep. For example,
- shop at least once a week
- sleep in on Saturdays
- eat more chocolate
- burp more often
- pick my cuticles
My one word is become.
I intend to become who I want to be. The person that I feel I am called to be. I will not worry about what others with think, what some may expect, or what people may say. I will become me and not explain or justify.
Sounds kinda snooty now that I write it, and I honestly did not intend for it to. But I will not worry about what you think, I am too busy becoming.