Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Ridiculous, self-indulgent drivel

What's your number one goal in life?
It keeps changing.  At this point, I just want to feel satisfied.  Creatively, emotionally, all of the above, what have you.

How far are you willing to go to get it?
Not far.  I'm a working mother.  My time and options are limited, and that is fine by me.

Would you give it up for your soul mate if you could only have one or the other?
No.  Plus, I don't believe in perfectly designed mates made just for you.  And if I did, I think my soul mate probably lived during the Harlem Renaissance or was a composer in the 1500's or something.  Hee hee. :)

Do you think you'll ever get it?
I'm getting there, at a snail's pace, but I'm getting there.

Would you consider yourself intelligent?
Yep.

Do you like to dance?
Oh yes. 

Last compliment you gave?
I told my son I was glad he was such a deep thinker.  A thought that also disconcerts me, childhood shouldn't be so much about retrospection and more about fun. Am I right?  :)

Is there anyone you want to be?
At the risk of sounding arrogant, no.  I'm happy with most of what makes me. Minus the intrusive thoughts and irrational fears, obviously.   But Neri Oxman is kinda cool. 

Song of the year.
The night by Exitmusic.  Speaks volumes about how I've felt the last seven months.  Lyrically and musically. 

When was the last time you felt broken?
What does that even mean?  Honestly, I feel uncomfortable and confused sometimes. And out of sync. 

Are you craving something.
Always, yes.