I am a truth-telling liar, a chronic over-exaggerator, a hopeless romantic, a sometimes too realist, a scaredy-cat, a fearless optimist, a hater of titles, a lover of smoky-brown spirits, an adamant believer in good. I’m a lover of to-do lists and office supplies, warm socks and cozy blankets. I loathe supplements and diet trends, rude people and line-cutters. I think peeing is boring. I love rainy days and strong coffee, fall and all the holidays. I like soft cheeses and slices of cucumber dipped in salt, fresh-picked tomatoes and perfectly ripe avocados. I love wandering aimlessly through cities. I love tall trees and the smell of dirt. I strive to be good–to myself, to my family, to friends, to strangers and to the earth I walk on. I don’t always succeed. I am prone to stubbornness and short bouts of sadness. I love making plans, I hate keeping them. I am always late. I am brave and not afraid of change. I am ever-changing–hence the lack of tattoos–who can commit to one thing forever?