I am a writer. I am an event coordinator. I am an industrial designer. I am a visual thinker who is capable of communicating my thoughts through both words and images. I make great coffee. I am an idealist. Spending eight hours editing a business report makes me equally happy as writing a short story, an awful poem, or creating illustrations for a graphic novel. I am weird and almost fully bionic.
How words go together to paint a picture of a business, a personality, or a puppet-based comedy series.
Marketing myself. I know I'm great at what I do, I just need to find a way to tell people about how I can help their business that doesn't make me feel like a pimp (no offence to pimps).
From a friend of mine, Dr. Amelia -- breast cancer researcher: "Just keep going". She is quite the pragmatist.
My friends. They have experienced a bunch of challenges: childhood trauma, broken bones, gender-based abuse, abuse based on sexual identity, autism, depression, BPD -- and not only have they survived, but they have flourished. They are my heroes.
Bringing together seemingly disparate areas of information to create a unique view on a particular topic.
I was a tennis coach/babysitter for 17 years. I loved it, but my knees and back and ankles and wrists and elbows didn't love it by the end. So, in a pinch (and with a sizable prescription of fentanyl) I figure I could go back to that. I did love it.
That I'm right-handed.
I'd teach them to listen. To shut up. To forget about themselves, and listen to what people are saying.