I really don’t own much, and the few things I do possess: laptop, (kick-butt) camera—that I only know how to use a few of the multitude of settings on, my two down-filled pillows encased in a Mona Lisa and Vincent Van Gogh portrait pillowcase—on the reverse side—the backs of their heads, and my most prized possessions—replica “leg lamps” from the movie “A Christmas Story”. I have one full size lamp and two nightlights, yah, how lucky am I!
My job? Hmmm, I don’t have one right now—that’s a story all its own, we’ll leave that be for now.
Oh I do love my children and grandchildren, but do they define me? I don’t think so! If I recall correctly—I got them started and defined them, well, at least for the first while—not the other way around.
Where I live wasn’t much use either since at the time I was pondering my answers to this profound question—I didn’t (officially) live anywhere. And since I didn’t aspire to live in any particular location—my fifth choice of items to include in the five-defining-me-things was pretty useless too!
So I started looking at it from a different vantage point and here’s what I came up with:
1) To always be unique. Typical and conventional: I never want those to be words that best describe me!
2) To always smile at the silliest little things, and continue to appreciate them more than anything else.
3) To write stories that give readers a sense that even the bad stuff that happens in life contributes positive and necessary elements of being alive. Family by Choice – available at Amazon...