Oh hello. I’m Amy. Most people call me Bridges, which makes internet anonymity hard to achieve. I’m a 39 year old artist, writer, environmentalist and comedian, although not professionally.
Here are a bunch of stupid facts of that are mostly superficial in nature.
My favorite colors are orange, lime green and hot pink, much like a sixth grader. I’m bad at fashion and hate how clothes fit my body, so I would love to live in a barefoot, bra-less world of loose-fitting t-shirts and yoga pants.
I have long eyelashes, so naturally mascara is my #1 favorite thing on the planet. This whole blog could be about mascara but according to user testing, it’s “not important” and “irrelevant” and “totally dumb.”
I love live music of all kinds. I especially love if that live music has amazing harmony. I hate denial. I love reading. I love my cat, Otis Redding. I love debating, but I despise arguing. I irrationally hate bell peppers. I have an English degree and a great vocabulary but my favorite word is the F one. Making someone laugh is my daily goal.
I have a collection of crosses on the wall by the door in my apartment, a Buddha in my living room and another one in the bathroom. Mostly I believe that the universe’s* love, protection and grace is all that really matters. I believe in giving someone a helping hand, personal responsibility and equality for all people.
Lastly, a note on Awesomeness: When I pay attention to what I hear on television, and read on Facebook and Twitter, I hear non-stop messages about how I’m not accomplished enough, not married enough, not thin/smart/rich enough, how I don’t move my bowels or engage my core enough, etc. (You get the picture.) After years of reflection, introspection, and self-awareness, finally, I have learned to say to myself, ENOUGH. I’ve heard enough already. I am enough. I’ve started own mental b-roll and voice-over, chock full of how awesome I am. Get ready to listen.
And when my awesomeness occasionally crosses the line to highfalutin, I remember the time I split my pants in the airport, and I regain perspective.
I really hope you enjoy your time here.
*God, Allah, Universe, Mother Oprah
3 thoughts on “Who? Me?”
Get it, girl.
I’m already in love with this.
OMG. I feel like I know you now. I love this blog. Tight hug coming in September.