Any one else love watching other people get ready in the morning? Or specifically search the hashtag #fridayintroductions? Or spend hours watching YouTube clips of people’s make-up routines, not for the make-up tips (hi, CC creme, bronzer, eyebrows, and mascara – that’s it for me) but just out of interest about the person on screen? I am such a sucker for getting to know people, getting a peek into who they are and what makes them tick. So, in faith that the community we’ve built here is full of other Nosey Nancies, I thought I’d share a few facts that you may not know about me!
I’m number 2 of 6 kids. The standard reaction to that statement is akin to if I’d said I was raised in a zoo. And then you get to know me and you’re like “yep, makes sense. I see it”. I’m a textbook “oldest sister” – always the “mom”, always the practical, level-headed and responsible one – principled beyond reason because I wasn’t allowed to do things the younger ones got away with. In reality, I couldn’t be more grateful for my big, crazy family. I’m blessed beyond measure have 5 built-in best friends (+ the greatest sisters-in-law).
I was born ambidextrous. As an adult, I write with my left-hand, but am otherwise not side-dominant. This sounds like it could be an advantage, right? Sometimes it is! I am a master at holding a mascara wand in each hand and am the person you want to sit next to at a dinner party because I’ll never throw elbows. BUT. But. There’s a downside. I cannot tell my right and left. I wish I was exaggerating. It is such a source of anxiety for me because, since I don’t have a dominant side, I don’t have a natural inclination toward either, meaning it’s pretty much 50/50 if when I say go “left” I actually mean left. Disaster.
Ironically, I am strangely good at directions. Right and left aside, I have a pretty exceptional internal compass. Pair that with the dread of feeling lost, I’m always a safe bet for knowing where I am or where I’m going. (Just don’t ask me to navigate you – best if you just follow me, given that my verbal cues are likely to be wrong).
New Years Resolutions, I love them. I get giddy about the week between Christmas and New Years to plan out all the big and little things I’ll be working on in the coming year. Do I always stick to every one of them? No. But I have gotten much better about 1) setting realistic stretch goals for myself, so that I have something to work toward but am not setting myself up to fail from the jump and 2) making a condition of every resolution that I must have defined check-in dates throughout the year to measure progress and evaluate whether the resolution is continuing to serve me. I could go on and on about my tactics for setting and keeping resolutions – look out for a post with more tactical thoughts closer to the New Year. For now, a glory story: I made a New Year’s resolution on January 1, 2015 to floss my teeth every day and have only missed 3 days since, because I didn’t have floss.
My favorite dessert is carrot cake. It’s honestly my first (greatest?) love. Bonus to its flavor perfection is that every country I’ve been to has some variation of the dessert, so every where I travel, I try out a new variety. It’s such a cool way to get a taste of the way different cultures mix and blend familiar (and some new!) flavors together.
I am an extroverted introvert, which sometimes surprises people. Throughout my career, I’ve been in different roles and environments that require me to be outgoing, social, and extroverted-esque, so I’ve learned the ropes to comfortability wearing that hat. But, don’t be fooled. I need my alone time. In a big way. I’m lucky to spend the majority of my social time with some of the best people around, which makes extroversion pretty easy, but believe me when I say that if you strand me on a deserted island, I will be just fine.
I love to cook, hate to bake. The irony is that I’m writing this as I wait for cookies to finish baking in the oven – something I take a stab at once a year – and they’re already ruined. They’re like little soup puddles but also burnt on the bottom…how does that even happen?! Case in point. It’s exactly what I hate about baking. No wiggle room, no second chances, no “creative expression” mid-flight, know what I’m saying? But cooking? That’s my jam. I’m no Julia Child, but nothing brings me greater joy than preparing a delicious meal to share with the ones I love.
I’m an Enneagram 8-3. If you have no idea what I’m talking about or haven’t taken the Enneagram test yourself, I highly encourage you to give it a shot. The whole concept behind the assessment is determining people’s basic motivations and fears – rather than putting you into a box, it helps to articulate the basic patterns for what makes people tick. I’m personally a skeptic of many “personality tests”, but I find the Enneagram system to be hugely helpful both in my personal reflection and development and in relation to others. In short, 8s tend to be assertive, independent, and self-reliant. At our best, we’re resourceful, empowering, and generous; at our worst, we can be too blunt, domineering, and view the world as a “battleground to conquer” (their words, not mine). Leaning 3, I can be quite ambitious and competitive, and my tendency toward defining goals and action items is par for the course. You can read all about the different types here and if you’re inclined to take the test, I vouch for $12 well spent.
I went to school for nursing and psychology. Most of my career has been in technology. I’m a freelance writer. If anyone reading this is currently in school and worried that you don’t know what you want to be when you grow up (or maybe you’re 32, just celebrated your 10 year college reunion, and still don’t know what you want to be when you grow up) hear me when I say: you can pivot in your career. Much of the content you’ll see on femme | brain will be digging in on this very topic – leaning in to your unique skill set and creating a life that maybe doesn’t fit in a box but does fit what you were put on this earth for. If that resonates with you, stay tuned, sister, I got you!
I scare easily. My poor husband basically hates living with me because in a 700 sq. ft. apartment, I still manage to shriek every time he enters the room. I’m also a masochist who loves true crime shows/podcasts, so I’m pretty much always in a loop of terror between what I’m consuming and the impact it has on my sanity. Glutton.for.punishment.
Ok, your turn! Let’s make this a two-way convo – drop a comment with a wacky fact about yourself AND your Enneagram score, if you know it!