This is what I look like this morning.
Recognize the tee?
If you answered NO then you must get thy arse to the movie Funny People PRONTO.
But I digress.
Today I am officially forty years and two months old.
What does that mean?
Not a whole heck of a lot except I inexplicably received this birthday gift in the mail a few days ago.
Gift receipt. Birthday wishes. No name!
As a result, Ive been on a rampage of making my I(n) R(eal) L(ife) friends fashion their own six word memoirs for me.
It’s amazing how difficult it is to construct a memoir (of love or otherwise) in only six words and yet how revealing the short staccato sentences can be.
A friend (age peer) who requested anonymity emailed me this:
I lost my confidence at twenty.
Another, who is blog-free but didn’t ask to be anonymous, emailed me this short statement:
I discovered my sanity in clay. Sarah
(Im not sure it bears clarification but she meant pottery and not Aiken)
So that’s what’s on my mind this First Person Friday.
The powerful nature of very few words.
Im keeping this post short & ending by sharing MY six word amore-memoir:
met love on bus with Mounds™
Please, should you feel motivated, hit us all up in the comments with your six words.
memoirs of life. musings on love. or simply six words you choose for this day to capture whom you strive to be.
(oh, and should you be the one who sent me the gift/have any idea whom it might be please to hit me up in the comments with that as well.)