HOW I EARN MY BREAD

If I were an onion,

these would be my layers.

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Heart in the mountains, feet in the city.

Love a good headline. Dislike selfies.

Hate the middle seat. Especially on an airplane. 

Sucker for storytelling.

Serial Spotify-er. 29 carefully curated playlists,

and counting.

Love a good wine and a good conspiracy theory.

Best if paired together.

Mulder was right. We are not alone in the universe.

Not bread, not the wheel, not electricity;

desserts are man’s greatest gift to humanity.

Gym-rat. Crossfitter. Basketballer.

Failed drummer. Horrible guitarist. 

Awful singer. Half-decent DJ.

Dogs over cats. Any day.

Dream of having my own organic farm. Or winery.
Or both.

Firmly believe that social media is the new
opium of the masses.