I'm awful at talking about myself.

I'm an adult human woman living in a house with a dog and husband. I'm coming to terms that I'm metamorphosizing into a woefully mediocre grown up.

I spend my days mucking around the garden, making videos, writing to pen pals, de-trashing the neighborhood, cooking elaborate meals, and fiddling with art projects.

I contemplate a lot about the meaning of life and feel most comforted when I think there is no purpose.

I like thinking that I don't have to do important things in my life to make my time here worthwhile.

Is being average enough? I hope so.

• Eating sweets
• Ritual naps
• Tea every morning
• Daydreaming
• Bed at 11pm
• Being social

• Feeling sad
• Reading books
• Exercising every day
• Fall cleaning
• Roasting Vegetables
• Leaves falling

• Drinking lots of water
• Breakfast at noon
• Rearranging the rugs
• Planning dinner parties
• Ignoring the garden
• Staying inside

• Playing harmonica
• Watering the garden
• Sleeping terribly
• Eating fruit
• Going for walks
• Learning bird calls