The latest O
magazine has a section on writing a Six Word Memoir on yourself. Interesting.
“I continue to learn, evolve, share”
That’s the one I came up with and I hope
it is fitting. At least I can grow into
it if it doesn’t totally fit me right now.
It’s these little nuggets of gold in O
that make me continue to buy it even though it is not the treasure chest of
gold that it used to be. Not only do I
love discovering the secrets that makes others who they are, I love excavating
my authentic self.
Is that last sentiment true, you
wonder? No, I hate it. The trouble is that I publicly pretend I am
Pollyanna when secretly I know I am Nellie Olsen. At least, that is what I get every time I
start looking at excavating my soul.
When I hear “long term goals, short term goals, your mission statement”
I feel like turning to run screaming to the nearest ice cream vendor for comfort
food. Put a piece of paper in front of
me with the word GOAL at the top is like sticking a needle in my eye. It is painful and to be avoided at all costs.
And yet.
And yet I love reading the exercises, and I think about them in my
head. I toy with thoughts. I evolve stories about myself that I want to
be true. But as soon as I have to
actually put anything down on paper I have a mental freeze up. Do I really want to tell the world (or the
assessor in the seminar) that I am obsessive compulsive, that I stole money
from the cookie jar, that I am a lousy housekeeper or that I think I am the
next Margaret Mitchell? NO. There is a word called ‘fantasy’ and it allows
us to believe in fairy tales of our own making.
And yet here I am; I have created a Six-Word-Memoir
– true or false yet to be decided!
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