The Only Things That Are Interesting About Me Are The Ones I Don't Tell Anyone

It's pretty easy to write a sort of online diary when I am fairly certain that no one looks at it. Why I have this online rather than in a notebook is the same reason I keep my calendar on Google - I can't lose it.
Things that are interesting about me that no one knows:
I can arch back and touch the floor.
I really am 49. (Some people do know this but just don't believe it.)
I've hung out with Jerry Brown. And Garrison Keillor.
And I have a card with an e-mail address laying on my clothes bureau that belongs to the man that I'm going to marry, if I ever marry, and I am incapable of slipping him a note even though he gave me his card and asked me to.
I have seven sisters and four brothers (I do reveal this from time to time).
I don't have faith in marriage but I do have great regard for my friends who make it work.
I want to be a parent but I don't want to bring a child into this world.
Whoops, now I've told someone.

life decisions and the to-do list that comes out of making them

No Espana.
Yes, go for a walk. Maybe to church.
Yes, go on vacation. A few days at the shore, alone. Bring a trashy novel or at least something that will totally distract.
Find a job. One that suits the "work to live" quotient.
Think about the next fifty years. If our life course is circular, I should consider that I'm at about the half-way point. I can just get more youthful from here on out.
Oh, work things out with the sister that irritates, the sweetie that you don't feel sweet towards and the woman who is grouchy when you ask for a cup of coffee.