2012 taught me:

one of the most unattractive qualities in my mind is conformity.

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you know the piece of the storyline of runaway bride with the eggs?  maggie likes egg whites when she's dating the coach. she likes poached eggs with the poet. and i don't know... hippie eggs? when she's dating the hippie. 2012 taught me that i want a man who likes his eggs the way he likes them. not the way i like them... or the way the next girl likes them. i want people in my life who are as certain about their standards as i am about mine.

as in - don't sway with the wind. stand firm in your convictions - and not even about the serious things... stand firm {proudly, shamelessly, unabashedly, etc.} about everything! about your wardrobe style! about your taste in music! about your religious conviction! about your parenting style! everything.

not even the knight in this shiniest armor could convince me i would enjoy dolling myself head to toe in snow gear and sliding down a frozen mountain with a board strapped to my feet. and there isn't a future husband out there who could persuade me to deny my love for collin raye AND britney spears. and even if the future mr. bennion loves skiing and radiohead.... i'd be happy to have him as long as he owned it.

the things that are truer than true about me - the me i've been for 31 years - would be awfully sad to sacrifice to please someone else. and i wouldn't want anyone to do that for me.

and i'm not discounting the ability to bend. the ability to humor my trashy pop mix tape on a road trip. i'm talking about not having a playlist of your own while suddenly LOVING every bit of mine. make your own playlist.

does that make sense to anyone? am i cryptic enough?