Some random things about me.
I'm from Georgia, but I had the good sense to move to Virginia. I got married when I was young, and now 15 years have flown by. That may make me old. I'll let you do the math. I've never had a clear idea of what I wanted to be when I grew up, beyond a lottery winner. I'm still working on that. Jobs I've had: epidemiologist, college instructor, director of a non-profit, financial advisor, and real estate professional. I've gone to school a lot. I have a Master's degree and my Ph.D. I don't really use either of my advanced degrees, which leads me to really resent my student loans. One thing I did do right, though: I'm the lucky mom of the best kid in the world. She's funny and smart as a whip. Her growing independence both makes me proud and terrifies me. I'm a crier. I'm not embarrassed. It just means that I have a big heart. I'm woefully out of shape. I want to change that. I am a creative person, but I'm not very good at
finishing things. I have numerous half-finished paintings collecting dust. Maybe someday I'll accumulate enough for a half-finished gallery show. I live in the best small city, hands down. Harrisonburg, VA is chock full o' friendly people, beautiful landscapes, and a strong entrepreneurial spirit. I love to travel, but I've developed an adult-onset fear of flying. I'm trying to get back in tune with my less anxious 19-year-old self, actually for more reasons than a greater willingness to board a tin can in the sky. I love music, and I think that all of the "hipster" Pandora stations are pretty good. Planning parties is practically as gratifying to me as breathing, and blog posts that diss Pinterest feel like personal attacks on my inner psyche. Haters gonna hate, I guess. Just please don't do it here.