I talk too much. I like to write. I’d like to think that I make sense but I know that most of the time, I don’t.
I go to the beach a lot. I dive often, and I can never get enough of it. Only the ocean can silence the million thoughts in my head. Pretending to be a fish is the only source of relief for my tired soul. I am currently working on my divemaster certification, even if I know that it will not be the trade I will grow old in. I’m simply making every moment count by spending it reaching for the one thing I have always enjoyed doing.
I prefer to take my time eating, especially when I am alone. I like to pick at my food with my fingers and savor every bite.
I like to pretend that I know my way around the kitchen, but I really don’t. It’s almost always sheer luck for me to be in the kitchen and actually produce something edible.
I am not convinced that I write very well, because all too often, when I read my stuff, I see much that needs to be edited, for better wording, and even grammar. But I keep writing nevertheless, always hoping that someday I’ll be able to come up with something fresh and good, something that will change me or even better, the people who read me.
email me: thisaliundone@gmail.com
