I'm gonna fess up. And now, I'm going to use good English--well, at least when it suits me.
I live a borrowed life.
Oh, wait. That's not what I wanted to share. I borrowed a book from the library. Okay, that's not so strange. But this book is called The Daring Female's Guide to Ecstatic Living.
Something about that title just spring out at me and starts my heart pumping. Who needs exercise anymore! Let's just skip to the heart-exciting and heart-rate-beating dreaming.
After reading a chapter, I accepted a skype phone call from a Spanish-speaking man. Did you freak? Yeah, me, too (Mom, we didn't exchange any information and we didn't chat with camera).
Speaking Spanish again, it was like sighing. Words came flipping back to me, but so did my Spanish struggles. And those reminders were not as welcome. But you have to accept the highs and lows, right?
So that was new. Speaking Spanish with a complete stranger.
A couple other new things flavoring life (my life specifically): dog-sitting (or trying not to sit on it, really), reading Harry Potter, vegetarian enchiladas, and dreams of boots with wedge heels.
So I'm a shoe-lover. Give me shoes. Please and thank you.
Oh, hey. How do you live a daring life?