What reminds me of me? What reminds me that I’m still in here at the very core of me?
- Going to the beach
- My backpack with the patches. It’s been with me since 1995.
- Dancing around the house. Whenever Janet Jackson’s “Pleasure Principle” comes on, it’s on. There will be dancing.
- Photography. I just can’t stop.
- Drawing.
- Driving across bridges. Totally freaking out just thinking about it.
- Cheesy jokes. I still laugh too loud and too long.
- Shopping for books.
- Packing for a trip.
- Staring out at the trees or water.
- Seeing myself in the things that my kids do.
- Going to comic book conventions.
- Cooking badly
- Joking around with people.
- Making my kids laugh is the best thing ever.
- Bitches be trippin. Meaning me. I’m clumsy and trip over everything and nothing.
- The temper. It’s sneaky.
- Tears. Also sneaky.
- Clowns. A clown followed me on Instagram today. I was a little jumpy and then I followed him back.
- Hearing certain songs remind me of feelings and people. I can’t move on until the song is over. For example, most Aimee Mann and Jewel songs. And that one Sugarland song. Ok. Two Sugarland songs.
- When I see moms struggling with their children and groceries at the store. Been there. I don’t miss all of the screaming and crying. My kids get so embarrassed when mommy has a tantrum at the store.
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