Thanks to Tripp for tagging me (even if it was weeks ago now) and pulling me from the work-y shadows to dust off seven secrets. Here are mine:

1. True to stereotypical 24-year-old form, not a day goes by that I don’t wonder what I’m doing with my life.
2. I feel increasingly certain that the person I’ve broken up with is the person for me. Like, I can see raising kids together. The only problem is that we run so hot and cold that we’ve broken up several times now–each one for legitimate transgressions. Violations of big rules within our relationship. Ugh.
3. A secret to all but a handful of people I work with: I am hopelessly addicted to “A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila.” And I have a favorite contestant. And I’m hoping it works out after the show finishes taping. Because, y’know, reality dating shows have such a fantastic track record for producing meaningful, lengthy relationships.
4. Because I had such terrible depth perception, and because I was made so nervous by so many things, I slid down the stairs on my butt until I was four years old.
5. I keep a diary with a lock on it. Not for fear of anyone trying to read it (it’s really not that interesting), but for some sense of childhood nostalgia.
6. I feel deeply ambivalent every day, and that ambivalence is increasingly tied to my job. One minute, I’ll feel extraordinarily grateful for all the people I work with, and to even have the opportunity to be there. The next, I’ll come to some grave realization that I’m fairly certain I won’t be doing this work in another five years. Maybe not even in two or three. The feelings are hardly mutually exclusive, and I think in some ways, they feed off of and galvanize each other.
7. It was a joke around the office for months, but I really do bake my emotions. Tonight, for example, my emotions took the shape of peppermint fudge and a savory artichoke heart/mushroom/parmesan bread pudding.

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