I never really know what to say. But, here you go…
I am living one of my dreams. In sixth grade, I knew I wanted to be a nurse. But blame it on my undecided self and some extenuating circumstances, I took up a finance course and although successful found it too stressful and I was unhappy most of the time. Finally, when given the chance, I studied nursing and here I am now – a nurse. And I am happy. That’s all that matters anyway, right?
I am obsessive-compulsive. This has always turned off people who are getting to know me, but right now I don’t force other people to like me. You can never please everybody. So, I just go about my business and do whatever makes me happy. (I’m all about happy at present.) Besides, my condition is not so bad because I learned to control it. Although, once in a blue moon I get too Sheldon Cooper-ish. If you know what I mean.
I was an introvert, but now only moderately shy. I have always been socially awkward, hence, my love of reading and writing my thoughts. But through the years, with the help of my husband, I have learned to be almost comfortable meeting new people.
I have eclectic interests and hobbies. It just is.
My vices remain to be: Books and more books.
If books are my vice. Subscription boxes have become my addiction.
And I am always open to new friendships through snail mail. So, you can write to me at: