My favourite colours are grey and yellow; but, when asked I always answer blue or green. I have no idea what this means or says about my personality.
I love reading; I am an unashamed book worm. I read every day – novels (of a wide variety), blog posts, non fiction books (mainly about Christianity or Feminism, or both), articles. Always something.
In a similar vein I become very attached to fictional characters both in print and on screen. Shonda Rhimes slays me. #derekshepherdgonebutnotforgotten
I daydream. A lot. I am always off imagining something, building my own stories and narratives. I have done this since I was a little girl when before I was two I had imaginary friends, it is both a wonderful thing and has the power to be damaging, in the sense that I struggle to live in the “now” and appreciate all that I have.
I don’t worry about ageing, I look forward to it. I value wisdom and kindness above all things and I look forward to the day when I have wisdom to pass on to others and can also rock a purple fur coat and a red beret, just because I’m 90 and don’t care.
I believe in magic, miracles and the power of love.
If I hear a song on the radio or on my ipod I can happily sing along, knowing all of the words. If you ask me to sing that song or ask me who sang it or the name of the song at a random time, I can’t help you. Unless it’s a Rod Stewart song or something I listened to on repeat for a period of more than two weeks at a time (examples of this include Boys II Men “End of the Road”). I don’t know why my brain works like this.
Similar to Glennon Doyle Melton – I feel like I might be called to do big things for God, like working for and helping others, possibly by being a counsellor. However, I have trouble doing small things for God, like not being judgmental about judgmental people. See 9.
I get very angry about people who are racist, misogynistic or plain ignorant and are mean to others; basically those who do not act with love. My response to these people is decidedly un-Christian – i.e. I imagine saying nasty things to them and calling them out because they make me MAD. I know that these feelings might be justified on some level, but my extreme anger is something I need to work on. I need to be more understanding of people and perhaps focus on asking God to help me communicate with them.
I am a crier. I cry a lot. Probably about 3 times a week. I cry at the news, YouTube videos of kids with disabilities, at random acts of kindness or any examples of anyone showing humanity and love. As a favourite writer of mine says I am “elevated to tears” on a regular basis.