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About Me — Liv Mello
Pun intended.
Just shy of 30 and still getting ID’d, I wonder if I’ll only ever look my age when I no longer want to look my age. I’ve been told that I have an old soul by old people, so they should know. I’ve always felt like a chameleon, changing color to fit my surroundings. I tend to morph into and reflect those around me. My mannerisms, words, even my tone of voice adapts, unintentionally, if I’m around someone for too long.
I guess that’s why I don’t like standing still. It’s hard to know who you really are. Sometimes I feel like a fraud. Sometimes I feel like a combination of all the people I’ve ever met, ever known, ever loved.
Still, I’m driven by a childlike wonder that is all my own, an inkling that life is a simulation, a test, a feature film in which you are the feature. I tried 21 Days of Abundance and failed miserably at meditating but I believe Deepak deeply. Our perception is the ultimate reality.
I grew up fast, as most younger siblings do. I was raised by two frugal creatures of habit and a sister who found no room in our relationship for my naiveté. My mother is an artist and my father is a goldsmith and blues musician. Homebodies. All of us. I spent most of my life in the same town, driving the same roads. I thrived on contentment and knew that being content was better than yearning for something you…
