I’m Not Nosy, I Want to Know You
Your lore matters. Yes, yours.
What do you think about as you drift off to sleep? Is it the same thing on your mind as you wake up?
What is your favorite childhood memory, and what is your worst? How have those things shaped you?
How do you dance when you are alone? Do you sing loudly in solitude? Do you care who sees or hears?
Where is your special place? Your garden? Back porch? A gazebo where granny used to make sun tea?
What do you love about you? What’s your superpower? Are you good with the elderly, with children, with teens that want to be heard?
Who do you think you are? Who do you want people to think you are? Does this influence the way you speak, posture, or behave? Online or in person?
Are you passionate, or blasé? What are you craving right now, is it tangible?
What has gone unfulfilled, what spark needs reigniting?
What is a highlight of your day, everyday?
How do you, come back- to yourself? Did you ever wander? How do you stay grounded?
You are so fascinating. Some of your answers are common to all humans, that’s okay. Some of it is unique to you, which is better. I feel you are worth knowing, if you choose to be known. Of course I respect our shadow dwellers as well. Some dirt must be done in the dark. Answer these questions to yourself. Answer in the comments. Answer to a random friend 😂. Or don’t. It’s up to you, friend.
I love your writing and your mind. Thank-you very much for your words and thoughts.
I think "I didn't do enough" before I go to sleep. I wake up thinking, "today I will do more". I'm working to recognize what I do is enough. It's always enough. My favorite childhood memory is of the mountains in Colorado with my mom every summer - so much love, the clean smell of pine tree forests, hummingbirds, adventures. The worst memory is when I was 3 watching my dad beat my mom, shaking her against a sliding glass door her glasses half on and half off her face as her head bounced against the glass, me jumping out of bed, running down the hall yelling as loud as I could stop! Stop fighting! and dad saying they weren't fighting, they were having a discussion... I DO dance when I'm alone - sometimes ha ha. I absolutely sing when I'm alone. I care who hears and will quiet down if there are people I come across on my early AM dog walks when I am singing but in my home alone I belt it out. My special place is the barn, I always find peace there. Horses are so big and the smell of hay, leather and horses fills my heart. My superpower is enthusiasm. I am definitely too much for some people and I've learned that is ok. I can't stop my enthusiasm. I love that I am kind and slow to judge and I cheer for people to WIN at all things they strive to do, big or small. I think the aged are a treasure and I want to hear their stories. I think kids know fun and laughter and love until they are taught differently - I love their energy but as I get older I can't keep up and can only do 2-3 hours of hard play. I think I'm kind. I want to be known as kind. This influences me in hundreds of ways - listening, working on myself to let go, not judge but I also want to be strong enough to stand up when I see injustice and I don't always have that strength - I have taken a stand for others when I see something wrong. Tho I don't always believe I can and my voice falters. I am passionate and feel all the things tho it's easier for me to keep a happy face and pretend vs. let people know when I'm struggling. I crave friendships. I miss working with people and the daily jokes, friendships, recognition, walks for coffee, the small knowing we have of other people's families, kids, wins, struggles now that I work solely from home by myself. Making friends is harder at 53. I keep throwing lots of spaghetti on the wall and sometimes there are strands that stick. (I'm meeting a maybe new friend on Sunday at the barn!). My joy feels like it's gone lately with all the solitude. I get far too trapped in my head. I am lonely which sounds so dumb. I DO have friends but fuck all this technology. I miss IN PERSON people-ing, but you get really strange looks if you sit at a stranger's table at a coffee shop and introduce yourself... kids can do it and they do it all the time! Adults have walls and experiences and complications and it's weird and I absolutely get it. I'd be a weirded out too if someone plopped down while I was working and started jabbering away.... new friendships are nuanced.
How would you feel if I took these questions, reflected on them and then turned it into a newsletter? I would OBVIOUSLY credit you but this is a really great way for people to know more about us, plus I too am nosy!