I could tell you about what I excel in professionally, but I believe that's what a resume is for. Instead, I'll tell you a story.
I'm a chronic dreamer. Always have been. When I was 5, I dreamed the dirt mixed with water in a little paper cup in the backyard was a freshly brewed cup at a bustling coffee shop. When I was 10, I dreamed in short stories and imagined characters interacting all around me at school, at tennis practice, at home.
But I kept my feet on the ground. That little cup of dirt coffee, turned into a coffee and bake sale stand at my family's garage sales. Those short stories stored in my head found their way onto paper after a summer at the public library computer.
And while my dreams may look a little different today, they're still filled with just as much imagination. I believe dreaming is what makes life magical, but it can be a rabbit hole. Dreaming with my feet on the ground has been the most rewarding life lesson.
Exploring air dry clay
Planning my birthday—making this cake
Reading TSITP to prep for season 3
Breakfast sandwiches (no cheese please!)
The color blue
Game nights, specifically Monoploy
Charleston, SC
Daffodil Festival on Nantucket
La La Land Cafe in Houston, TX