When we were little - I was 9, he was 8 - my brother took a nasty spill that split open his little baby knee after biking through one of his own homemade booby-traps. I panicked, carried him (barely) up 2 flights of stairs in my skinny little arms to our bathroom, and held his shaking hand while I cleaned that crazy bloody knee off and bandaged it up. Then I made him a grilled cheese sandwich (bc I was only 9!) and made jokes for the rest of the day about how much better his traps were than his bike skills in front of TMNT reruns. To this day, a grilled cheese sandwich is still his go-to comfort food. And, he knows that I'll carry him anywhere (or kill anything) if I have to. Truth be told, my little bro doesn't need much taking care of anymore, but you get it...
That's all to say: I care deeply for the people around me- I always have. I am brave, curiously good under pressure, good at holding hands, terrible at taking pictures and fabulous at making people laugh... I can be intense but have a penchant for being tender. I work hard to be good at the things I care about- from rock climbing to relationships.
Also, I make a seriously delicious grilled cheese (really).
And, I help run a company, am excited by the work I now get to do, and the people I have the intense and genuine pleasure of working with. It's hard, challenging, and 100% amazing.... Sort of like learning how to snowboard- except its way, waaaay funnier when I fall on my ass on the side of a mountain; and, no ones paying me to get back up.