30 in 30

Stealing the idea from a lovely friend of mine. I think it's a good way to get used to blogging again.

Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents
Day 04 – Your music
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your hobbies
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – Your mode of transportation
Day 14 – Where you live
Day 15 – Your childhood
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations

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Day 1: Introduce yourself

I am not as tall as I'd hoped, fat, loud, and sociable. I like to sing. A lot. I've gotten better about doing it in public (as in, I no longer do it all the time), but it happens.

I'm crafty. I love to knit. I recently learned to spin on a drop spindle and spent most of my summer teaching myself how to make yarn. I occasionally dye (when I can be bothered to clean the mess afterward). I sew, though not as well as I'd like.

I read a lot. I'm a huge bookworm. It's hard for me to thin the herd of books at home. I am an avid re-reader. Especially if the book makes me cry (not that that's hard).

I'm an aspiring opera singer.

I'm a failed cellist (too lazy by far).

I'm a rennie who no longer has a home festival. And I miss it. I miss waking up at insane hours to pack my car and go live in the woods for the weekend, getting boob-burn and drinking home-brewed beer and getting bugs in my hair.

I'm a polyamorous bisexual woman who's married to a surprisingly traditional man. We're working on it.

I'm an amateur gardener who does well when I can get off my ass to take care of the plants. In my defense, it's hot. I live in Miami. It's like the 3rd circle of hell in the summer. And since it's the tail end of summer, that means my garden is a mess of giant weeds, papaya trees that are threatening to pop the clothesline, and a surprising amount of squash plants (they're taking over, run away!)

I'm a kitchen witch. A green witch. A maybe-Wiccan. Definitely pagan. My husband is also pagan, but has a very different belief system.

I am chronically depressed. I have an obsessive personality. The latter lands me in good stead, when it's aimed in the right direction.

I never graduated college, and though I regret that I let my procrastination ruin my academic courses, I don't regret my decision not to force myself to finish now. Right now my time is better used getting my operatic career started. After all, I'm going to be 27 next week. Many young artist programs have an age limit of 30.

I am both a procrastinator and a perfectionist. Those are very bad qualities to be, in general, and terrible qualities to have in concert. It tends to mean that I want everything to be perfect, and since I didn't start the task right away, there's probably not enough time to make it perfect, so I figure, why bother? I'm working on that, too.

I am the mother of two furbabies. Though they're not the only pets I have right now, and not the first pets I ever had, they are the only ones that actually felt like my flesh-and-blood children.

I fight every day to be happy. This summer, I usually lost. But I'm working on it.