Who Am I?

Alright. Apparently there were a few bored people the other day because my last post got 58 views! I have never had so many for one entry... I am not going to lie, it is kind of thrilling!

Anyway.

I have to admit it. I have this problem... you see, when I find a song I like, I listen to it over and over and over and over again. So much so that youtube knows exactly what I am searching for with the first letter I type. Yes. 
One day I may tell you what song I am writing of but I am also a somewhat selfish creature, so I am going to keep this little treasure to myself for now (although I know I am not the only person who knows about it). Maybe you will be lucky and I will tell you some time. Maybe... haha!

That aside (and yes I am listening to said song currently) I still cannot believe we are already a week into the New Year! I have not even written down my New Year's Resolutions. But then I was thinking... perhaps if I were to not write them down, I may follow them more faithfully than years passed? This sounds like pretty twisted logic but bear with me... when I write down something that I am supposed to do, oftener than not, I suddenly have the intense desire to NOT do it. I suppose it is my small attempt at rebelling and "sticking it to the man" as they say. I know. It is weird. But I am going to give it a go. I would tell you what my resolutions are but then I would be writing them down, correct? I am totally grinning to myself like the Cheshire Cat with how clever I am. (Whether or not you find me clever is irrelevant... hah.)

So it was great! I was having a most splendid conversation with a friend of mine yesterday, and we were talking about how irritating it is to be labelled for what we lack. We are both "single". But single is such a very broad term, encompassing all from the young who have not had the chance to date someone seriously, to the divorced, the widows and widowers and even those past their prime who simply never married. 
To me it seems that the term "single" has a stigma to it that no one wants to be known by. Again, it is given to describe someone who lacks a companion.
So with that thought, I am thinking up new labels for myself (although, quite frankly, I would rather not be labelled at all but well... when getting to know a person you tend to tell them things about yourself that they will label you by anyway). 
Therefore, to answer a question posed by another good friend of mine, who is Cassidy?

I am a young woman. 
A member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. 
Music enthusiast. 
Disney and Pixar connoisseur. 
Avid reader and writer of fantasy. 
Young at heart although a little more weary of mind. 
Friend to the random folks. 
A dreamer. 
A dancer. 
Mom and Wife in training (is not that why we leave our homes to live on our own to cook and clean that which we took for granted would be done for us by that mysterious being we called "Mom", "Mum", "Ma", "Mommy", "Mother", etc?). 
Student. 
Graceful in my clumsiness. 
Fun-loving and always up for a good laugh (or cry depending on the movie or perhaps even the weather...). 
Ticklish (I will probably regret noting that) but also prone to tickle. 
Native of the Great North-West. 
Lover of rain. 
Hater of snow. 
Pianist. 
Baker of chocolate chip cookies. 
Not your average bear (but pretty average otherwise). 
Encourager of naps and hot cocoa in Christmas red cups or even those bearing the Batman crest. 
Photography dabbler. 
Failure at pool but having a grand time being thus. 
Bold. 
Audacious. 
Cuddly. 
Collector of hugs. 
And last for the evening, a ridiculous night owl.

Fare thee well and may God be with you til I write again. 
(If you sang the last 8 words, you get a gold star.)