In an interview I had a few months ago, one of the people there asked me to describe myself in one word. Since I usually put my foot in my mouth when I am put on the spot I just sat there for a minute. There were roughly ten people staring at me and I really wanted to say the right thing. Not for them – but for me. I wanted to say the right thing for me. In one word. That is difficult.
With the silence stretching on and me knowing that I could only sit there pretending to think for so long, I said the first thing that popped into my mind. ”Happy”, I said. ”I’m happy.” It was a cop out – kind of. See, I am a happy person. I’d rather be happy than sad. I prefer to smile – to see the side of things that doesn’t seem so dire and hopeless. Laughter, to me, is like air. One must laugh and breathe every day. If you don’t breathe, your body expires. The way I see it, if you don’t laugh every day, your soul starts to expire.
All that being said, I feel that one word doesn’t really capture who it is that I am and because I’m human, I really wanted that word. I was beyond the interview at this point. This was a journey that I knew I had to go on. What one word is me? (pardon the bad grammar – it seems to work for me at this moment) I figured it would take years – that I would have to go on this quest for the perfect word and that I might never find it.
I told my husband on my way home. He says, “Baby, you should have said melody. That’s your word.”
So, friends, I ask you. What one word describes you?
I’m stil thinking…