My sisters and my best friend know me better than anyone else. Oh, and my therapist.
I like happy surprises. Who doesn’t like something happy happening?
Everything. I coach myself through it. But, really, everything makes me nervous.
When I finish my professional day, I put on loungy clothes. Nothing like comfy clothes to shed the day.
I’m at my best when I’m organized and prepared. For whatever comes my way.
I haven’t talked to Barbie since college, when we still called her Barbie. I deeply regret losing touch with her. She doesn’t come to class reunions, either.
I don’t listen to as much 80s pop. But I sure played the hell out of the Police albums.
I suggested a few books for my reading group. One of my selections is Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. Another was Watermark: A Novel Of The Middle Ages. I haven’t read either yet.
I turn first to the Style section. Then I look at the Local section and the World news. I usually glance at the financial section, especially the local paper.
Education is the key to the future. Professionals must be allowed to make the changes necessary, instead of out-of-touch politicians.
At meetings and conferences, I prefer writing on paper. I tend to keep electronic journals.
I wish I had been more serious about my undergrad classes and that I applied myself instead of taking it all for granted. And I wish I had a desire to get an advanced degree. But I really don’t.
Books regularly bring me to tears. I finished one last week called Unsaid by Neil Abramson that was so beautifully written and so moving, that I was teary-eyed when I finished it.