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One of the hardest things to do is to fill out the section on a job application that starts with “Tell us about yourself…” It’s awkward to describe yourself in prosaic adjectives and to highlight what you like best about yourself. As a person who tends toward a bit of pessimism, the paragraph tends to be about one sentence that struggles to be enlightening.
Also, I don’t suffer from any illusions that whatever I have to say (or write) is worth a reader’s valuable time. But, writing is cathartic and oftentimes encouraging as it helps us realize we aren’t the only one who think that way we think about life’s happenings.
So a few things:
I love to explore a new city with coffee in hand. So far: Minneapolis, London, Edinburgh, and Dover, England. Next up: Chicago. Someday: Boston, New York, San Francisco. Again and again? London.
Starting sentences with “Well, historically speaking”, is something I do often. I fell in love with history as a little eight year old girl who consumed “The American Adventures” like candy. I’m continually fascinated by the fact that people have lived throughout thousands of years, and each person that lived had a different story. The result of studying history is an endless amount of exploration.
Politics is something I love to hate. I’m somewhere in between “Tea Party” and “Conservative”, with a strong dislike for the phrase “professional politician” (of any kind).
I tend to use a lot of parentheses in my writing. I think it’s due to the fact that it’s how I speak. Lots of clauses to add flavor.
England, in my estimation, is second only to my native land. My greatest regret in life is that somehow, I can’t be an American with a British accent. It’s Shakespeare, the marvelous show Sherlock, the rolling green hills of the Cotswolds, the quaint pubs with (real) fish and chips, their suburb history of advocating the rights of men, and the British ability to wield words and phrases with an elegance lost on their American cousins. Oh, and Winston Churchill. What a guy.
I’m married to the best man you’ll ever meet. His name is Thomas Jeffery. He’ll try to convince you (and himself) that it’s actually Thomas Jeffer(son), but don’t be fooled. Like I said, I tend towards pessimism, but whenever I try and describe Tomm, only the best adjectives come to mind.
For I am not ashamed of the Gospel, for it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes….
Also, I don’t suffer from any illusions that whatever I have to say (or write) is worth a reader’s valuable time. But, writing is cathartic and oftentimes encouraging as it helps us realize we aren’t the only one who think that way we think about life’s happenings.
So a few things:
I love to explore a new city with coffee in hand. So far: Minneapolis, London, Edinburgh, and Dover, England. Next up: Chicago. Someday: Boston, New York, San Francisco. Again and again? London.
Starting sentences with “Well, historically speaking”, is something I do often. I fell in love with history as a little eight year old girl who consumed “The American Adventures” like candy. I’m continually fascinated by the fact that people have lived throughout thousands of years, and each person that lived had a different story. The result of studying history is an endless amount of exploration.
Politics is something I love to hate. I’m somewhere in between “Tea Party” and “Conservative”, with a strong dislike for the phrase “professional politician” (of any kind).
I tend to use a lot of parentheses in my writing. I think it’s due to the fact that it’s how I speak. Lots of clauses to add flavor.
England, in my estimation, is second only to my native land. My greatest regret in life is that somehow, I can’t be an American with a British accent. It’s Shakespeare, the marvelous show Sherlock, the rolling green hills of the Cotswolds, the quaint pubs with (real) fish and chips, their suburb history of advocating the rights of men, and the British ability to wield words and phrases with an elegance lost on their American cousins. Oh, and Winston Churchill. What a guy.
I’m married to the best man you’ll ever meet. His name is Thomas Jeffery. He’ll try to convince you (and himself) that it’s actually Thomas Jeffer(son), but don’t be fooled. Like I said, I tend towards pessimism, but whenever I try and describe Tomm, only the best adjectives come to mind.
For I am not ashamed of the Gospel, for it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes….