Hello Steemians!
I'd like to thank @omra-sky for recommending this community. You were right that I would like it. You may have ONE day to gloat. 馃槈
I remember an "All About Me" activity sheet given out on the first day of second grade. There were sections for where I lived, my favorite food, something I liked about myself, and so on. I opened my box of crayons and spent the rest of the class carefully writing each different letter in a new color. Where I lived: In a house. Favorite foods: MANY! Something I liked about me: I could go down the stairs without being heard. The paper was bright and each word was spelled correctly. Mrs. S gave me a sticker and wrote "Nice Effort!" on the paper. She knew that I had been honest, but wanted me to give more thought and detail to my answers. I could have stated the color of my house. I should have listed a few foods. Perhaps I could have drawn a picture with a stick figure of myself creeping down some stairs.
I wrote several other Steemit introductions. They were planned, written, edited, slashed, nearly completed, and then deleted. The posts were fine. Grammatically, they were correct. They had colorful photos. Each had a cohesive point, a few humorous factoids, and why I had joined the site. Reading them made me bored with myself! Was I really so bland? The words were mine, but the voice was that of a tour guide in a lint museum. Those attempts had all of the energy of a weak handshake. What was the point of writing an introduction if it didn't sound like me? I knew what I wanted to say. It should have been easy.
I believe that actions are more reliable than words. That a person's feelings can be gauged by the amount of effort they exert.
If something is important, then it is worth working for. I value laughter and appreciate those who share it. Fun is necessary and healthy for the soul. To me, knowledge is a journey of endless steps and I want to travel forever. Curiosity should be indulged. New experiences can teach more than books. I feel that anger should be used for inspiration instead of destruction. I know that fear is just telling me what I'm afraid of losing.
There. That sounds like me.
There's questions to ask, answers to give, and jokes to tell.
(Also, probably a post or twelve where I bake something at 2 A.M. Because I am a bit random and often hungry.)
Here's to sharing our efforts together!
Thank You.