If I Were; 20 Random Things About Me

I miss blogging. There is so much going on but every time I try to write a full post I only manage unfinished sentences. I promise I will be back, thanks to everyone who reads this blog. Here is a random something which I know does not pass for a post but will do for now.

#1. If I were a time of day, I’d be early morning; probably between Six and Eight. Because I’m a morning person; a very perky annoying morning person, who sings (off tune) and tries to make conversation while everyone else is trying to sleep.

#2. If I were a day of the week, I’d be Sunday. I love the random ties of Sundays; the long walks after church, journal entries, ice cream dates, how town looks like a ghost down in the afternoons, watching program re-runs, brunch and the sun; which never disappoints on Sundays.

#3. If I were a month, I’d be January. I love new beginnings; clean slates, a chance to start over again; to right the wrongs, make resolutions and eventually break them.

#4. If I was a piece of furniture, I’d be a bookcase because I love books...mostly old dusty second hand books because I find all sorts of things inside like plane tickets, folded bookmarks and random writings done by strangers. (Side Note: I need to stop reading multiple books at a go.)

#5. If I were a direction, (though I suck at directions), I’d be north because for me North stands for progress.

#6. If I were a tree, I’d be the Jacaranda tree that sits at the end of the street on my way to church. It has a way of telling me that nothing is permanent, that change is inevitable. That sometimes we want to go back and relive the happy moments, hold them tighter but leaves fall and bring new life, usher new seasons and we have to live in the now moments.

#7. If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a clarinet, because it’s the only instrument I learned how to play.

#8. If I were a kind of weather, I’d be the sunny weather after the rains; a sign of hope.

#9. If I were a color, I’d be black because black is daring; I’m learning everyday to take a chance, so that one day I don’t look back and wonder what should have, would have, could have been.

#10. If I were an emotion, I’d be compassion.

#11. If I were a sound, I’d be a lot of sounds, like the wind blowing, leaves crushing on a windy day, the sound of rain on my window pane or a quiet whisper.

#12. If I were a flower, I’d be a rose because a rose with its thorns reminds me of the true reality of life; that it comes with the good and bad, the ugly and beautiful.

#13. If I were a fruit, I’d be a ripe tangerine because they are so easy to peel and so orangey.

#14. If I were a place, I’d be Aiken Village in Starkville, Mississippi because it holds so many beautiful childhood memories and dreams; of tire swings and nature walks, book reports and field trips.

#15. If I were a room in a house, I’d be the toilet. I love nice cozy toilets; the perfect place to reflect and read outdated magazines. I’m obsessed with toilets, when I was a little younger, when other kids wanted to be doctors and scientists; I wanted to be the best toilet cleaner in the world.

#16. If I were a scent, I'd be my mother’s kitchen after her baking on Saturday afternoons; I’d also be apple toilet freshener or the scent of ripe mangoes.

#17. If I were a body part, I'd be the eyes because there is so much beauty to see.

#18. If I were a song, I'd be many songs put together because my life is like a mixed tape; songs that remind me of early memories with my father listening to Alanis Morissette's 'Ironic', the ones that play in the house on Sunday mornings, the ones that remind me of childhood friends, my second heartbreak, of long goodbyes and sudden hello’s.

#19. If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be nice cozy flip flops or knee high boots.

#20. If I were a story, I’d be a story of faith; because every moment of my life has been about the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not yet seen.

What would you be?