Hey guys! Just so you know, my profile name is not a nod to RVs or RV culture; it's a play on my town and my name. (And you'd be surprised how many people ask).
Now, here's a little story I got to tell:
I love music, but am pretty particular about what I listen to (and especially what I don't) and love hearing and seeing new bands or old faves.
I practice and teach yoga, and it is a huge part of my life. This doesn't mean you have to be in to it too, but that would definitely be a bonus if you are. However, anyone that I could consider spending legit time with must absolutely respect my commitment to it.
I love volunteering for my favorite causes (although I'm no Mother Theresa), and stand up for what I believe in.
I've decided I want to be a mix of Debbie Harry and Hillary Clinton when I grow up.
I still feel sad about MCA whenever I hear the Beastie Boys.
I'm way more Liz Lemon/ Tina Fey and Leslie Knope/ Amy Poehler than anyone else I can't name because they aren't even half as cool or worth mentioning.
I say "I love you" a lot--and mean it.
I am human and I need to be loved, just like everybody else does.
I've been thinking about this, and have loosely thrown together some free-form thoughts about myself and my life:
The yogi in me sees the world as an endless opportunity; the realist in me is skeptical that any of that beauty will ever be realized; the music snob in me doubts I'll ever find my musical equal; the feminist activist in me fights any convention to conform; the sell out in me likes being able to pay my bills on time; the control freak in me worries that disclosing all these eccentricities will out me far more than disclosing my very specific, detailed laundry regimen ever could; the elitist in me knows that any dude who's looking at this probably stopped reading after "feminist"; the optimist in me knows there are male feminists out there; the skeptic in me knows that dude is either already involved and/ or most definitely nowhere near the 804; the dinosaur in me wonders if this method is really more productive than traditional methods or if it will yield greater results; the grammarian/ English major in me is appalled at this run-on rant; the Virginia Woolf-ian, stream-of-consciousness writer in me thinks it's a-ok; the dreamer in me thinks that my dream amalgamation of Barack Obama, Dave Grohl, Jemaine Clement, Bret McKenzie, and Jon Hamm is out there, and I am his dream girl; the existentialist in me knows it's all random.