I have lived through four decades now, which is about twenty two more than I thought I’d get when I first attempted suicide. My perspective on life is colored by my experiences; I am working to be happy and survive the current hellscape.

I have been cursed to live in interesting times.

I don’t think I’ve outgrown anything over time, though I don’t cross stitch as frequently as I once did. Beyond that, I have many hobbies in which I frequently indulge.

My ideal day doesn’t start till 8 am or so, so I can sleep in. I’d spend the morning having some tea and breakfast. And then some reading or crocheting before a nap at noon. Back up around three pm, to play some video games, read, or do some more crocheting. Late lunch around 330, just something light like a cucumber sandwich with dill. Then some time spent with friends till dinner. And making dinner with friends or loved ones and breaking bread together before some more gaming before bed.

Putting away all the clean clothes never gets done. Ever. There’s always more clothes.

In all honesty, the thing I’m most scared to do is live alone. Being by myself with nothing but my own company is something I haven’t experienced since 1987 with little exception.

And the way to get me to do it would be money. I can’t afford to live on my own in this economy.

I haven’t been to Lake Michigan yet. At all. Pretty much ever.

My poor baby Spock, if I could make him understand one thing, it would be that the daily shots are to help him not hurt him. He’s diabetic. I think he knows because he waits for the injection as he’s eating.

And I don’t worry that he somehow doesn’t know that I love him. I’ve had him fourteen years. He knows he’s loved. He knows he’s his Mama’s lovebug.

I’m named for Theodore “Teddy” Roosevelt.

What makes a good leader is good communication skills, both speaking and listening, compassion, and dedication.