This is me. On a rock. How appropriate, no?
For me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.

My schooling takes place at the kitchen table. Or the back porch. Or in the middle of the woods. Or a museum. Or the beach. Wherever the opportunity presents itself, I learn.

I was an only child. At least, until my brother was born last year. Surprise!

The way I see it, there are three purposes to my life: to worship, to serve, and to learn. Learning deepens my appreciation and awe for the arrangement of the universe and the One who designed it, and enables me to serve more effectively. It is a lifelong pursuit.

Science makes me happy.

I have three frighteningly intelligent horses, two spring-loaded dogs, an oddly entertaining goat, and a tone-deaf bird.

I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.

My father did not appreciate my pounding on the piano in the middle of football games. "But it's Beethoven!" I cried. "Wouldn't you rather listen to Beethoven?"
     So he got me a digital piano with headphones.

When I am weak, I am strong.

I'm convinced the healthiest state of being is productivity.

I like cheese.

And chocolate. But not together.

I can't whistle, snap my fingers audibly, or do a cartwheel. But I can tie my brain in a knot.

My pony dances the hokey pokey.

Every flat surface in my room is crowded with books.

Cold wind is most invigorating.

I can name more bones of the body than celebrities.

It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.

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