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about me

In many ways, I am still a child. Not because of youth: I am a child in my impulsiveness, my fascination with childlike play, my requirement for freedom in motion, and my free-spirited rebellious nature. The way I yearn to feel, and the resulting tendency to put emotional moments: the times of feeling, expressing, and simply being, as the highest standard in which life is lived.

I believe life is to be lived and opportunities taken, and that impossible is only a limitation when accepted. I am timid, shy, anxious.

I have somehow created two glorious little children, who laugh and play and create... They are a world of joy. I am married to a rock climber who not only tolerates my running but is understanding of my visceral outbursts and instabilities. I live near the Wasatch Front in Utah.

...and if you're hungry for more, an old blog post.

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