Six words.

Lesson of the day: it's hard to boil your life down to six words. Yesterday in class we had a writing exercise. We had to write our six word memoir. I had trouble thinking of something clever and witty that would convey the essence of me, of my life, of what I do everyday...or don't do.

I have been thinking about it since class yesterday and yes, I cheated. I googled other people's six word memoirs to get ideas for my own. Stephen Colbert's is, "Well, I thought it was funny." A few of the other ones that I felt fit for me were: "Still searching for my six words" and "Smiling is worth all the wrinkles." 

I can't quite figure out the perfect six word memoir. I've been thinking and thinking and thinking. Maybe that's what I am doing wrong, thinking too much. Maybe if I just keep the thought of the memoir in the back of my mind I will have a six-word-epiphany. 

So far, I've come up with two. That I over thought. Just like I always do. Of course. 

The first one that I came up with in class in about 5 minutes is, "Don't be afraid, live a little," and the second one is "Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy." That one I put a little more thought into. Still working on the perfect six word memoir though. Maybe I'll never have one or the perfect one will pop up tomorrow. 

Maybe I could work with my indecisiveness into my short memoir. I sort of want it to be witty and clever too.