Brownies and Confessions

I made brownies for a work meeting yesterday, and I ended up lovingly enjoying most of them because no one else would. Did you know that I have this odd need where I want people to like the things that I make? Whether it is baked goods or a hoodie, I want people to see what I did and tell me that it is the best thing that they've ever seen. Is that prideful? Is that awful? I have a hard time knowing what to think. I can't share my other talents with the world...most people don't see who I really am. They don't know that I love to sing but that I restrict myself to shower-time and driving-alone-time to have my solo performances. I get scared to put myself out there because I know so many people who are so much more talented than I and I don't want them to think I'm a doofus for not being as amazing as they are.

Did you know I love to dance? Yes, this not-so-skinny girl loves dancing, and once I make it to the other side, I'm going to dance like you wouldn't believe. My soul longs to dance even though my body can't take it.

Did you know that I love to tell stupid jokes? That I think I am absolutely hilarious? My boss thinks I'm funny too...but I don't know that anyone else sees it.

Did you know that I love to read? That one of my favorite things to do is to listen to the rain, curl up with a blankie and a good book and just read for hours?

Did you know that I sometimes wish that I could just be me?