Everyone has a story...the six-word memoir

Once asked to write a full story in six words, legend has it that Ernest Hemingway responded:

"For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn."

Here are some others from Smith Magazine's collection:
Dave Eggers....."Fifteen years since last professional haircut."
Stephen Colbert....."Well, I thought it was funny."
A man dumped by his girlfriend...."I still make coffee for two."

In the spirit of profound brevity, write a six-word memoir of your life 

Don't steal from your classmates! Don't be glib or cliche.  

How can you best sum up your experiences in just six words?

Furiously Happy!

This post is simple.  Take a minute to think about five things that you are grateful for. Things that make you happy. They can be as "little" as oatmeal in the morning (I love oatmeal) or as big as you want -- my big is yoga (I love yoga) and all the freedom it brings to my body and heart.

Before you list your five things you must read the person's post that precedes your our own and give them some affirmation that you saw their list. Next list your five things. Check back to see what your classmates have said about your list!

Welcome!

Read the following excerpt from Zora Neale Hurston's essay "How It Feels to Be Colored Me" (1928).

"But in the main, I feel like a brown bag of miscellany propped against a wall. Against a wall in company with other bags, white, red and yellow. Pour out the contents, and there is discovered a jumble of small things priceless and worthless. A first-water diamond, an empty spool, bits of broken glass, lengths of string, a key to a door long since crumbled away, a rusty knife-blade, old shoes saved for a road that never was and never will be, a nail bent under the weight of things too heavy for any nail, a dried flower or two still a little fragrant. In your hand is the brown bag. On the ground before you is the jumble it held--so much like the jumble in the bags, could they be emptied, that all might be dumped in a single heap and the bags refilled without altering the content of any greatly. A bit of colored glass more or less would not matter. Perhaps that is how the Great Stuffer of Bags filled them in the first place--who knows?"



So much is going on in this short passage. She speaks of race, of finding one's identity, of "the Great Stuffer of Bags" - the Creator and the cosmos.

In your post create a metaphor that describes what you feel like.

Give at least three different tangible items that help us understand who you are and where you find yourself physically, spiritually, and emotionally at this point in your life.