BBBC Day 1: I am a 4-Legged Cat. Or Dog. Maybe.
There are few phrases that erase my ability to formulate sentences more than “so, tell me about yourself.” Immediately the goings-on inside my head sound like the echo of water dripping in a dank empty cavern.
“What movies, books, music do you like?”
“Uhhhh, books? Yes. I have. Heard of those. I like… words?”
I become a complete moron. As opposed to the half-assed job I do of it regularly 😉
Since I didn’t know what to write about myself, I thought I would change things up a little and ask my family to write 5 things about me. I said “write anything, a word, a phrase, whatever.”
My husband Kenny said:
And also very lucky, apparently!
My daughter Chloe said:
- Drew a picture of some sort of 4-legged animal. When I asked if it was a cat or a dog, she said, “yes.”
- Sign me up for the gym
- Fun, cool mom™ according to my friends
The “us” that we see from the inside out isn’t quite the “us” that other people perceive. The hope is that the two may come close but there are nuances and internal conversations that we carry on that no one else could factor in to their perception. You know your truth (mostly) but people look at you and build a profile based on their own information gathering. Their impression of you is based on their own experiences in the world. Maybe someone who climbs Everest wouldn’t look at a person who rides their motorcycle across the TAT as adventurous. But, maybe someone who never ventures beyond the monitor in their cubicle would.
What am I about? Everything and nothing all at the same time.
I suppose one of the things that I could say about myself is that I am a seeker. Information, fun, truth, love, passion, reasons, meaning – I’m always on the lookout for them. This is a big part of who I am. My interests, pursuits and passions seem to center around the search for something. That is the heart of it all.
Mom, wife, motorcyclist, curious, thinky weirdo with a penchant for quirky roadside attractions, travel, and squeezing the fun-juice out of each day. That’s me.
Also, I hate onions.