BLUE VIGILANTE now available at Snowbound Books!

Do you plan on visiting Michigan’s Upper Peninsula anytime soon? If you do, stop by Snowbound Books in Marquette, where they now carry Blue Vigilante!

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Get To Know Me Better | Who Am I? Tag

I love tags like this, so I knew I had to do it when I first saw it on Michelle’s (Book Adventures) blog. Mostly, I just really love personality quizzes… So, if you’d like to get to know me better then, by all means, keep reading. If not, see ya in my next post!

Question One: What is the meaning of my name?

My friend made me a little name tag that says “Susan” is derived from the Hebrew word for “lily”. Looking it up,  at this site, it is of Hebrew origin and does mean “lily”.

Question Two: What is my Myer-Briggs personality type?

I’ve never heard of this personality quiz before, so I’m excited to see what I am.

So I guess I’m a Protagonist (ENFJ-T). 57% extraverted, 65% intuitive, 69% feeling, 53% judging, and 58% turbulent. What does all of this mean? Well, according to the site:

Protagonists are natural-born leaders, full of passion and charisma. Forming around two percent of the population, they are oftentimes our politicians, our coaches and our teachers, reaching out and inspiring others to achieve and to do good in the world. With a natural confidence that begets influence, Protagonists take a great deal of pride and joy in guiding others to work together to improve themselves and their community.

I didn’t think that I was that type of person, but the Internet never lies (I’m joking!).

Question Three: What is my Zodiac sign?

I’m a Leo, but I’ve been told that I don’t act like a run of the mill Leo. I don’t really pay attention to that sort of stuff, so I really don’t know what that means.

Question Four: What is my Hogwarts House?

When I took the Sorting Hat quiz on Pottermore, I was placed in Gryphondor. There’s a different link up above if you don’t want to make a Pottermore account, though.

Question Five: What are my learning styles?

I already know that I’m a visual and physical learner. That means that I learn best by seeing and doing something. I’d rather hold an actual book than look at a digital one and I take my notes by hand; screens don’t benefit me very much.

Question Six: Am I right or left brain dominant?

I’ve never really thought about this before, so it’s exciting to take this quiz.

I’m right-brained (69%)! I actually saw that one coming; I’m pretty creative (I’m an art and English major).

Question Seven: What is my blood type?

I have no idea.

Question Eight: What career am I meant to have?

So, I plan on going into writing.

This quiz hit the nail on the head; it said I should be a writer!

You have a skill for language, your imagination is vast and you are artistic and creative. Your brain is just overflowing with ideas, and all you have to do is get a piece of paper and share it with the world. You were born to turn words into magical stories.

Question Nine: Which Divergent Faction do I belong in?

I belong in Abnegation, apparently. I thought I’d belong in Amity.

You belong with the selfless. You always find yourself lending a hand to others, and you seldom realize it. You truly care about the people around you, and you’re the first to notice when someone is under the weather. Just when you think you have a day to spend for yourself, you probably catch yourself listening to a friend dish about her problems instead. Some people might tag you as “boring”, but those closest to you know that you’re a simple gal with the purest of hearts.

Question Ten: What does my birth order say about me?

I’m the firstborn.

Stereotype: Natural leader, ambitious, responsible.
Why it’s true: The eldest, for a while, has no competition for time (or books or baby banter) with Mom and Dad. “There’s a benefit to all of that undiluted attention. A 2007 study in Norway showed that firstborns had two to three more IQ points than the next child,” says Frank J. Sulloway, Ph.D., the author of Born to Rebel. Firstborns tend to be surrogate parents when other siblings arrive, hence their protective and responsible nature.
When it’s not: Parents can set high expectations for a first (or only) child. “When he feels like he has disappointed his parents or can’t measure up, he may veer off in another direction,” says Kevin Leman, Ph.D., a psychologist and the author of The Birth Order Book.

I’m tagging anybody who would like to do this tag. Let me know your results in the comments below!

a reflection on 2016

Personally, 2016 was not an awful year.

  • I finished my first year of college, on the Dean’s list, no less
  • I was elected president of my building and co-president of the Creative Writers Club
  • I published my very first novel, Blue Vigilante
  • I work a lot
  • I bought a kayak
  • I was more constant on uploading videos to YouTube
  • I read more
  • I was, overall, way more healthy than I’ve ever been
  • I finally died my hair red
  • I grew into the version of myself I want to be
  • I went on several dates, after only having been on one ever before
  • I found an amazing boyfriend
  • My cousin and I reconnected in a way we haven’t since we were very young
  • I finally built a headboard for my bed that I wanted to build for years
  • I got a rewards card for my local movie theater (I go to the movies so often, it was well needed)
  • I started my second year of college
  • I found my limits for many things, for example: how many credits I can handle a semester without losing my mind
  • I met one of my favorite professors
  • I made my own planner (I’m really excited about that one)

Just a thought on college and life in general…

It’s a very surreal feeling to know that your life is ending. And I mean this in two ways: Recently, the idea that the moment you’re born is the moment you start dying has been on my mind and I don’t know why that is. It could be the fact that a couple weeks ago I walked away from a totaled car that I should have died in (and I trust that I’m still alive because God saved me that night). But that’s another story.

I guess this blog post is somewhat of a letter because I honestly don’t think that I can just talk to anybody about this. There are people that I would talk to, but they’re either recently out of my life or are going through their own problems.

I don’t know.

I make my own calendars. It helps me think, I guess. There is just a satisfying feeling about drawing in the lines and writing down the numbers and month names that makes all of the time passing feel familiar to me; it makes me accepts that I am the oldest I’ve ever been and the youngest I ever will be again at every moment of my life.

Three days ago marks the two month mark until I move into my college dorm. Two months until my life ends. And I’m not talking about my actual life, at least I hope it doesn’t end; I’m talking about my entire life up until now. I don’t think that I really consider birth through three years life. It’s alive, that’s for sure, but to me life and alive don’t connote in the same way. When you’re four though, or whenever you start preschool, memories start to form and the training begins. What training? The training that sets you up for the next thirteen years. Preschool prepares toddlers for elementary school, which prepares kids for middle school, which prepares preteens for high school. But high school doesn’t really do much to prepare teenagers for college. Schedules aren’t the same, the way the classrooms are run, all of the things are different.

I guess that that is what I’m most scared about. The differences. I don’t think that I’m prepared and I would much rather be prepared.

And that’s what I mean about my life ending. My life that I’ve been preparing for and living since I was four years old is over. The schedule isn’t the same, neither is the curriculum.

When I looked at my calendar and when I wrote “MOVE IN!” in all capitals with an explanation point, it felt like I was signing away my soul.

As much as I think that I’m ready for this new door to open up, I know that I’m still standing just out of reach of the doorknob. I can’t decide if that distance, the distance between me and the doorknob, is because of terror or anticipation, possible both.

How can I be so ready, yet so ill-prepared, to end my life? Yes, it’ll be the start to a new one… But, am I ready to meet the new me?