The Six-Word Autobiography
I'm taking a break from cleaning. I don't know about you, but nothing says "relaxing bank holiday weekend" like scrubbing the baseboards with a toothbrush. (I hasten to point out, this is a new toothbrush, purchased precisely for this purpose.)
During a chat with my dad on Friday, he reminded me of the six-word autobiography. Smith Magazine, inspired by the legend of Hemingway 'writing' the shortest short story ever, challenged people to send in an autobiography in six words. The best were collected and published in a book.
I first heard about this project last month on NPR's Talk of the Nation. I was intrigued, although I found it a nearly insurmountable task. Summarise my life in six words? Really? Do I have to count words like 'a' or 'the'?
At the time, I was at work and I know I scribbled a few things on a scrap of paper, but I can't remember what those words were or where the paper is now. So this is just off the top of my head:
How did I end up here? - I often wonder this, in a good way. My life has taken several strange twists and turns and I'm always curious about where I will end up next.
Always an aunt, never a mother. - That may just be the biological clock talking.
Falling in love changed my life. - True, but kind of generic. Still, it's hard to talk about my life without mentioning Peter.
From Irish American to American Irish. - Simple and right.
Punching the puncher since 1972. - Possibly my favourite, but I don't know if anyone else would get it.
How about you? Could you sum up your own life in six words? Feel free to have go, either in the comments or in your own blog.
Now, back to the baseboards, Cinderella.