describe yourself to a stranger

Browsing Pinterest is as dangerous as getting sucked into any Target store. You start by seamlessly scrolling through the recipes, DIY projects and inspiring quotes until you realize its been fourteen hours and you haven’t moved from your slouched crossed-legged position since…you don’t know when. crap.

Then you hit the one post that gets to you. Whether it be a crafty project you must try now, or a prompt perhaps that gets you immediately logging into your blog to write about it. You make your move. Go.

Challenge: describe yourself to a stranger.

Everyone has their own perceptions of beauty, intelligence, courage, strength and therefore there are thousands of versions of who you are being described about.

Here it goes:

I guess I would begin by saying I am dedicated. I am not entirely sure the exact interpretation of that in which possess, however, I do not give in, nor up easily. I may fall, but I rise after. I would say I am empathetic and nurturing in nature, all things babies are my favorites. I am stubborn, defensive to those I care about, and equally passionate. I feel emotions intensely, and sometimes act out behaviors unlike myself as anxiety. I light up the most to my nieces, nephew, cousins and family, surprise gestures, sunsets, sunrises, beaches, campfires and sunflowers. Sometimes I am quiet, but I’m typically the loudest in the room. I love to laugh, I love to be silly. I rise on emotional connection, physical touch and quality time. I strive to be the best version of what I can, with the resources at hand and knowledge at that time. I aim to always improve.

Reflection: Wow.

The feeling is overwhelming. Chills even.

I’m not sure, nor do I really think it would change my perception of how I want the world too see me; if that’s how anyone would describe me, but would only wish.

The instant gratification I got from writing and reading the self reflection is intense. I only hope to continue the positivity, with increasing courage to keep on keeping on.

till next time,


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just a girl who lives on sarcasm, compassion and emotions. trying to make my way into the life I've always dreamed of. Writing through travels in van life and travel nursing from coast to coast. Mental wellness advocator, creative writer, nomad and travel nurse here. :)

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