I love the Allman Brothers Band, and maybe it's partially because it reminds me of my dad and when I think of my dad I get c-r-e-a-t-i-v-e.
And don't tell anyone but whenever a reference to Georgia happens in anything I feel a small warm spurt in the depths of my rib cage.
Every time I think about teaching I feel nightmare nausea, and not because I'm not excited about it, because I'm THRILLED, but the most socially awkward person in the world aka me is not always ready to stand in front of multiple eye pairs, staring.
Not lying, I really will try to wear heels the first day.
I also want to purchase hand weights. Strength is not always so bad.