If you know me, you know.
I am one of “those” people. You know the type I’m talking about. The ones who do not like to be touched. Under no circumstances have I ever volunteered to “hug it out.”
Some might think this is weird. I get it. Why wouldn’t someone want a hug? Well to be perfectly honest, I couldn’t tell ya. My whole family just loves hugs. Not me. Its just not who I am as a person. In the words of the fabulous meat-suit-wearing Lady Gaga, “I was born this way, yeah!”
Why do I write this? Because as I was finishing up a blog post the other day, I realized that I had no sign off, no signature. Many bloggers finish their posts with something like XOXO, but that just didn’t seem right. In fact, I could picture my grandma calling me out for it as I typed it, so I decided to make it a little more me with a fist bump- Howie Mandel style.
Fist bumps just work for me. It works for my brother & dad too! In fact, it works so well for us that my dad & I fist-bumped when he gave me away at my wedding. Don’t believe me? You should..
If you google “fistbump,” you’ll get some really cheesy definitions, like “a way of saying hello, what’s up, keep up the good work” or “a symbol of giving respect or approval.” So in the spirit of Anniethings, let’s end each post with a fist bump. A friendly reminder to keep up the good work.