Six words

Six words or less.  That’s harder than a haiku.

I remember in school when an assignment was given and it was due to be a certain length and the collective sound of disgruntlement that would follow.  The older guys and gals who read this would try to manually double space their writing on paper or use the sheets with the thicker lines not the college ruled.  The younger blog readers would fiddle with the margins to make in 1.1 inch, or font size 13pt. to get the correct amount of pages needed without raising suspicion.  Little did I know then it is harder to write less.

I was online looking at one of my usual sites, npr.org and I stumbled upon this story.  It asks if you can tell your life story in exactly six words.  My brain did a somersault.  Sometimes I crave little creative games like this one.  It got me excited to exercise a part of it that sometimes doesn’t get to play as often as the other parts.  Also, with those of us with stressed attention spans this provides the best of both worlds.

I thought about this.  I am sure the writers that were encouraged to do this were talented and might have had more experiences to disclose but how much do you need to do the six words justice?  Perhaps the opposite is true, can you get your life across in six words?  There were some really good ones on the website and in the story.

Since this is such a juicy little nugget, I thought about it and feel like I want to think about it more.  It was such a little tasty treat to think about I really didn’t want to stop.  So I sat there to try to think of one for me.  I wrote one, then didn’t like it.  I kept it just in case.  I tried again.  I was never really happy with one, even if it did describe me pretty well.

I think if you ask me to write one a year from now or even a day from now it will be totally different.  I wanted it to be timeless and applicable now and later.  I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to define myself just yet.

I didn’t want to write something trite or meaningless.  It was harder than I thought.  But then I didn’t really want to write this whole entry and not have one at the end.  I would hate me.  So here is what I ended up with.

Don’t over analyze.  Just do it.

I am kidding here is my best attempt:

Neurotic, overachiever seeks fun and frivolousness.

Posted on 03.02.10 | 2 comments | Filed Under: Expansion and Growth

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