I travel. I mountain bike, I climb mountains, I kayak, I canoe, I’ve gone bobsledding, I ride snowmobiles, dirt bikes, and ATVs. I hunt, I run, I swim. I play. I make jewelry, play an instrument, I roller-blade, I ice skate, I play bloody street hockey, I draw, I write essays. I show dogs and horses. I water-ski and wake-board.
I’ve eaten almost everything at least once including scorpions, ants, and woodchuck. I’ve gone indoor skydiving, I ride roller coasters, I read, I write, I blog, I sing, I’m in a band, I do my homework, I work, I help elderly neighbors. I run slow during a game of tag with little kids, I answer the toy phone when a child hands it to me and tells me its ringing.
I color outside of lines, I eat too much, I exercise too much, I worry too much, I don’t relax enough. I don’t floss as much as I should, I forget other people’s birthdays, I procrastinate, I keep to many secrets from too many people, I keep a private life. I wait to see if things heal before I call the doctor. I research obscure deadly diseases and forgotten genocides of the world along with lethal weapons and animals.
I watch the sunset, I never refuse brownies or chocolate, I sing in the shower, I dream big but relish in small pleasures. I buy lemonade that kids are selling on tables in their front yard, I look people in the eyes, I return what I borrow. I watch NCIS, Spend most of my time outdoors. I hug my dog and kiss my mom. I cry. I laugh. I get sad. I bake. I stare at the stars at night. I watch birds fly. I ask questions. I always want to know why. I take pictures. I cherish memories, try not to let people go. I hate good-byes. I am extremely frugal, I experiment a lot. I think too much, I work too much.
I want to do it all, and I’m getting closer everyday.