herstory (Copy)

Naturally introverted. Selectively extroverted.

Fast talker. Better listener. Almost guaranteed to ask you something that makes you feel alive.

Obsessed with stories. The ones she reads. The ones people tell. The ones written in ink.

She wears black but has the most colorful mind.

Hollywood has been her backdrop. Bollywood has always been her soundtrack.

Minimalist possessions. Maximalist dreams.

Simple as they come. Smiles at strangers. Still believes in high fives.

Never needed company to go somewhere she wanted to go. So she went.

Solo adventures. Pretty damn good at her own company.

Somehow, she collected the best tribe along the way, too. Must have done something right.

On good days, she works out. On bad days, she works out even harder.

And if she’s chasing anything, it’s probably a sunrise or sunset.

Two of the best things in life. Still free.

Wait. Three things.

Dogs.

She will absolutely chase a dog.

Life has broken her a time or two. Or three... maybe ten.

She put the losses in the loss column. Celebrates the wins while they’re wins. Then keeps it moving.

Somewhere along the way, she learned that everything has an expiration date.

Places. Moments. Chapters.

People, too.

No one is here forever.

So while she’s here, she’s obsessed with all of it.

When she realized she wasn’t here for a long time, it changed how she chose to spend the time she has.

TBD.

For now, second act is in the making...

She still has a lot to do.

Places to visit. Sunsets to still chase.

Food to taste. Recipes to still attempt.

Music to discover. Lyrics to still memorize.

Books to read. Stories to still hear.

Strangers to admire. People to still learn from.

Questions to ask. Answers to still find.

Things to try. Fears to still get over.

Mistakes to make. Lessons to still figure out.

Reasons to laugh. Tears to still cry.

Memories to make. Moments to still get lost in.

Impact to make. Legacy to still build.

And a whole lot of chapters still left to write.

So...