Category: Random

What are you most proud of in your life?

I think this prompt is meant to inspire people to write about things they’ve done or created or accomplished, and while I certainly have things like that that I am proud of, none of them really feels like they fit.

The thing that I am most proud of is the fact that both my parents, most of my uncles and both of my grandfathers served in some branch of the military. Being raised in and around that environment gave me such an appreciation for what all servicemen and women do. This applies to the police force as well, where two of my uncles have served and at least one friend currently serves.

I have a deep and profound pride in the fact that I live in a place where men and women voluntarily serve for the sake of others. This is a beautiful thing, and though I personally never served, I am proud of those who do or have.

They are my heroes.

What have you been working on?

Me.

There are lots of things I work on every single day, but the best way to summarize is to say that I am working to create and be the best version of myself, whatever that ends up looking like.

I don’t know quite yet. I’m a work in progress. 😉

Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive?

For the most part, unproductive.

Even if I desperately need a lazy day, I tend to put it off until I literally can’t function at all, and I’m not able to fully recover anyway, so I tend to spend my days in various states of tired.

I have been learning to be better about this, however. Resting when I need to, allowing myself to just be instead of constantly doing.

Ask me again in a year and I’ll be able to give you a better, more informed answer. 😉

When you think of the word “successful,” who’s the first person that comes to mind and why?

Any single parent in the world who manages to raise a happy, healthy child. All of the single parents I’ve known personally have been moms, but I know there’s single dads out there too. Moms and dads who, for whatever reason, are in a position where they have to play the roles of both parents, who sacrifice themselves for the sake of their children and who work as long and as hard as they have to to make sure their children are not only taken care of, but have the best life possible. That is the picture of success. And, a picture of heroism as far as I’m concerned.

What makes a good neighbor?

This, like so many other preferences and definitions of what a “good” whatever is, depends on my mood.

In general, I want my neighbors to not be assholes. We don’t necessarily have to be friends, per se, but friendly is always good. If the person is crabby, so be it, but I like to smile and wave at neighbors. Also, keep your pets, plants, kids, etc. out of my yard unless invited. That’s just being polite.

I also think that neighbors who mind their own business but get involved in emergency situations is good. For example, if I come home from a shopping trip with a small trampoline, several buckets of paint, and half a dozen brightly colored feather boas, you can be curious, but that’s about it unless we have become friends at some point or I volunteer more information. At the same time, if I come home from work one day and some creepy dude attacks me, and you hear or see what’s going on, you better be doing something to help! If not, you definitely crash into asshole status.

What principles define how you live?

There are a couple, but I would have to say that being kind in everything I do is the main one. There is no reason to treat people poorly, even if they upset you or make you mad.And there are a million reasons to be kind even if the other person doesn’t know about it, or if they can’t do anything for you in return.

Now, this is not to say that I don’t put an asshole in their place from time to time. That is sometimes necessary. But I won’t be an asshole towards them in response to their actions towards me.

When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

The first time I actually felt like a grownup was when I read a eulogy for my father at the age of 15. My uncle, who I adore, was standing at the podium behind me in the chapel. He had told me to let him know if I needed him to step in. There was a point when I felt I couldn’t continue, but I heard him crying so hard, though he tried to stifle it, and felt him shaking as his hands were on my shoulders. I summoned all my strength in that moment and finished the eulogy.