RaeAnna + A Nerdy Lifestyle
These are the things that don’t fit into the other categories. There’s probably a pretty strong feminist agenda in here. I’m just living my life!
George Peabody Library has been the last thing to cross off my bucket list for several years. I finally did in October, and I was overwhelmed. Stendhals Syndrome played a role, but I finally realized the immensity of what I've done. How hard I fought to have an education. As a woman, a gay woman, this library was never meant for me, but I got to stand there as I am, knowing everything I have overcome to be this person and have all the knowledge I do.
I'm single, but I’ve dated. 31, never married, no kids. I have yet to make someone projectile vomit when they look upon me. I have a pretty successful career, not lucrative, but successful. I’m tall. I wouldn’t say I’m a catch, but I have enough going for me that I could catch a date if I felt so inclined. I'm pretty confident, and I genuinely don't hate who I am. I have spent a good bit of my adulthood in relationships with people, and some of them have said some things that have somehow not affected my confidence. I like other people's opinions about me. Most of the time, it helps me grow... But these, not so much.
April of 2022, I made the decision to consistently exercise. I did, then life happened. In November, I got a bougie ass gym membership. I've been lifting with regularishness for two months, and holy wow have there been some changes. I'm getting a new body, and I'm trying to figure out if I like it. But also what everyone else says about protein... I found out they're right.
Music is a huge part of my life. So, this year, I made a playlist to keep me in check and also remind me it’s okay to be the bummer that I authentically am. Because I truly would not have a career or passion or drive without the depression, anxiety, abuse, and neurodivergence that make up the trauma responses I call my personality.
Life has been a traumatic, but I've put a lot of work into healing so I can be good to myself so I can be a good human to everyone. Even in the worst times when I had no control over my life, I had control over my body... I'd been restricted before with everything from a torn ACL to sprained feet; as a dancer, injuries happened. This. A broken dominant hand as a writer is very different. I felt like I was slowly dying.
Writing has always been the easiest way for me to explain all the feelings I find so difficult. I trend toward verbosity, but more often than not, I say nothing at all.