I am officially the worst blogger ever. Like, ever.
On occasion I stumble across a blog and I just can't get enough of it. Like this blog. And the topic of this post that I'm obsessed with.
There truly is something entirely liberating about sharing your deepest fears and insecurities. Even more so when they are shared with strangers. So if you're reading this and I have never actually met you, thank you. If I do know you, odds are you've already seen my crazy side.
What would I be afraid to tell you?
By all means, read on.
1. I don't like sushi and I am entirely unconvinced that people are telling the truth when they say they do. I think it's a fad and people like it to look trendy and hip. Sorry. I would rather have just about anything else, possibly even a nasty mushroom, than raw fish wrapped in dried out seaweed (which people claim to crave?!) any day.
2. I'm running a marathon (in theory) in April and I am terrified. It has been sitting on my bucket list forever and I finally decided that I knew I would never do it unless I threw caution to the wind and signed up for one. The entry fee is also a pretty good motivator. So far I have survived two half marathons. But only time will tell. Besides, those were halves. Not a full.
3. Almost all of my friends and old roommates from college are married slash having kids and I fear that it will never be me. Not in a fishing for compliments type of way. At all. Because that's obnoxious. I'm only 25 and single, but in Mormon years that's practically dinosaur status.
4. I don't want to start playing the violin again because I don't want to face all the years I wasted. But when your teacher drops you, a young student with willing parents and grandparents to pay the fees, because you aren't progressing fast enough, it's pretty good motivation to stop forever.
5. I have neurofibromatosis. A dominant genetic condition that I have a 50% chance of passing on to my kids regardless of the genes of my future husband.