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I realize that 30 is around the corner and that although it started as a way of reporting on funny anecdotes and an exercise on self-deprecation it has become much more self-reflective than I thought. I no longer feel that I need to report on significant events in my life.

I did not intend it to become this way. I think it has to do with my natural introversion as well as growing up and realizing that if there is a homework I should take care of is appreciating every moment as I live it, instead of turning it into a compelling story for my blog.

It seems a little extreme and perhaps it is, just as I'm an extreme person. Not extreme as in extreme sports or extreme reactions. I'm extreme in thoughts and analysis and although I wish I was able to lay out all the complexity of my life in paper, I realize at the moment I don't know why I write this blog.

Done: Being silly in real life

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One of the things I'm kind of proud is being as silly in real life as I'm in my head. Despite my air of nonchalance I'm actually quite controlled.

The thing is my way of communicating is often complex (you can tell I'm one of those people that ramble a lot) and when I am at my most humorous I'm sarcastic. I'm often concerned about things like my accent, my word choice and what face I'm making. That zaps away a part of my personality that is less concerned with being an adequate communicator or a gifted verbal jouster and more into laughing at something, someone or myself.

Tagging Along

 

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The other day I was thinking about all the things on my list that I have done and I have not written about yet. What grabbed my attention was one extraordinary activity that I do not think was on my original list.

I'm talking about skydiving. Yeah, me. The one that cries in airplanes (yes I know I cry a lot) gasping for air a couple of miles mid-air strapped to a guy met 10 minutes earlier. If you want to be more precise, imagine that said guy looks and acts as if under the influence of methamphetamines. Yey!

It all started last year when I ran out of ideas of interesting gifts for my partner in crime. He is one of those guys who enjoys riding down-hill on a mountain with a bike and no brakes, so I thought this would be the kind of activity for his to-do before 30.

Why I broke up with perfect.

 

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This is a blog that started a little odd. I was thinking of the many things I felt I had to do before I turned 30. As if at 30, my destiny was to shrivel into a pile of dust.

The reason I thought I had this list, was the same reason you take lists grocery shopping or when you need step-by-step instructions on how to set up an Ikea dresser. Sane people would say you make checklists to avoid forgetting, crazy people like me make them to fuel a hungry fire, perfection I call it.

It started very innocently, I started writing and thinking, and as a result added many lines to the index , some where challenges that were very dear to my heart, quests that I wanted to experience, fun still to be had. On the other hand, perfection was writing its own list and tagging it along to mine.

Chop Chop Chop!

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Today I wanted to laugh at my title. Chop Chop Chop! It so happens that my mom used to pronounce the verb to shop that way. "I wanna go Chopping with you", she would say. Now, she is getting better and a big Hispanic accent is nothing to laugh about (Unless you are Sofia Vergara, then you can go laugh all the way to the bank) but well. Last week I went Chopping.

I went Chopping for a new image. This year I have dedicated a lot of time to make sure others are doing ok, which is fine, many have also been making sure I'm fine, yet I felt now was the time to do something just for me. In this case, doing something for me meant chopping my waist length natural hair.

New year's resolutions.

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Yes, I'm alive. I know it is a little awkward, like the boyfriend who had nothing else to do but call you relentlessly until you gave in to his advances only to quietly disappear after an amazing series of dates. Yes, I'm like him (or her) and like him (or her) I still love you so I have come back to beg you for forgiveness.

Will you all take me back and laugh at my jokes? Please say yes!

What kind of apology would this be if I did not have a list of excuses for my disappearance? which leads me to today's blog posts.

New year's resolutions.