About Becky

My name is Becky. I'm 38. I was a fish in a former life. I love the smell of skunk. I hate flip-top toothpaste tubes. My fears?  Some have called me fearless, most notably and in exasperation, my mother. I have sky dived, cliff dived, bungee jumped, done triathalons, traveled alone in far away lands, and lived with hissing cockroaches in the middle of Africa. Bring on snakes and spiders and the dark and heights and firey plane crashes. I crave adrenaline. When it's my time to die, I hope I go at the age of 82 in a freak scuba diving accident that involves sharks. The things that terrify me are much more mundane: relationships, commitment, making the wrong decision, being vulnerable, posting lame status updates on facebook. Thus those are the things that I have avoided. Such avoidance has turned me into an indecisive, lonely, closed person who has stifled her creativity. So I'm beginning to rethink that approach, and apparently I'm going to write about it, thanks to Patresa and my new COFFEE klatch. Now how to turn this into a project? Shit, my stunted attention span and indecisiveness just kicked in. Stay tuned . . .