I sometimes sit in front of my computer, staring at the screen; hands on keyboard, unmoving; mind thinking, recalling past personal literary successes, I wish I could write beautifully again. I’d log onto Facebook, learn2type.com or perhaps powertyping.com and do their typing tests, pretending — wishing — the words I typed spewed from my own mind.
How I wish I could be famous for the magnificence of my literature; for the genius of my person…
If only I could be loved and respected as would one who had found the cure for cancer and gave it away for free. And if I were, I promise I’d remain humble; like how a snowflake, a tree, or a mountain, for all their natural majesty maintain themselves as themselves, and never think, I am greater than thou.
I love to read and write. Professionally, data science, technology, and sales ops are my thing. In my non-professional life, I aspire quite simply to be a good person, and encourage others to do the same. For those who care, I test as INFJ/INTJ (55/45?) in the MBTI.