Five things about me that begin with the letter K:
1. Kids. When I was in my teens, I thought I didn’t ever want to have children. I’ve always loved kids, loved being around kids, loved being a kid, but didn’t want my own. Now that I have them and have been through so much with them, I can’t imagine what my life would be without them. They fill all the spaces that once were empty in my heart, in my soul, and in my home.
2. Knots. It seems like an odd choice to describe myself but I am the queen of knots (not nots). With my shaky hands and failing eyes, I am still the person to go to if you need to unravel a knot in a necklace or a dog leash or anything, no matter how big or twisted. Maybe it has to do with persistence but I’d like to think that It’s my special talent. Which probably reveals too much about me. But that’s what this exercise is about, right?
3. Knowledge. I am a seeker. One of my all time favorite places to be is the stacks in a college library. I love being able to pull down a random book and start reading. It may be a sickness, my need to read and to learn.
4. Karma. Kismet. Not in terms of reincarnation, although I don’t rule that out completely. I believe that in a cosmic way, we are rewarded and/or punished for the actions we take, good or bad, in our daily life.
5. Klezmer. The theme music to the novel that is currently in final (really. I mean it this time.) edits. The simplest way to describe the novel: The Fiddler on the Roof turned on it’s head.
Five things about me that begin with the letter T:
1. Touch. I honestly feel better when I am touching someone or something OR I am being touched. I can go days without talking (well, I could if my kids didn’t ask so many questions) but I think I would whither away if I had to go hours without touching or being touched. My dog has no idea how lucky he is to spend his days with me.
2. The Thinker. The story goes that my grandfather, as a teen, was driving around with his friends one night, making trouble, when they saw a man seated in the exact position of The Thinker, only a few feet away from the replica of Rodin’s sculpture of Thinker at the Baltimore Museum of Art (thanks Mom for location correction). He and his friends were laughing and making fun of the man until they got closer and somebody said to my grandfather, “Hey, isn’t that your father.” I think (ha) I got some serious genetic material from my great-grandfather, the one who sat deep in thought on the museum steps.
3. Theater. Stage performances make me happy. I could spend my days going from play to play to play, as long as I got a few breaks to stretch my legs and have a conversation or two between shows.
4. True. Sometimes I wish I had it in me to tell lies because often telling the truth is difficult, but it just isn’t in my genetic code. Maybe I got that from my great-grandfather too.
5. Time. A blogger friend recently wrote about how time is not real, only a measurement. I can’t get my head around that concept because time is the thing I most treasure and that I always feel like is running out.
If you would like to write your own letter list, let me know in the comment section and I will assign you a letter. Otherwise, I’d love if in the comment section, you’d share a K word or T word that describes who you are. Thanks for reading.
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