I'm a Native Washingtonian and so I'm stereotypically enthusiastic about the outdoors, but I know how to have fun indoors too. I'm an avid cyclist and hiker, and a Netflix junkie. I like my life, and I know what's important to me.
That didn't sound like a summary at all. Take two: I followed my own folly for years. On a farm, painting houses, and working in warehouses when I wasn't running with the not-quite-right crowd. I'm a lot smarter now. Maybe just less stupid. All I have to show for it is this awesome personality and anecdotes I rarely share. I'd be lying if I said I'm not glad for the experience. If you can't enjoy the journey, what's the point of a destination?