A friend brought back a pleasant memory the other day that I had misplaced. When asked to describe me, she brought up a moment in time when I was getting ready to travel to Australia and we met for coffee before my flight (time is precious, when you have a moment to catch with friends even if it is only 15 minutes, take it).
I needed to get something out of my carry on bag. Of course, it was on the bottom. As we sat there, I proceeded to unpack my bag. The following items were pulled out in no particular order: A firesuit (I was working with TV in the pits in Australia), a beaded evening gown (I had a banquet in LA when I got back into town), my computer (I never travel anywhere without my baby), a bag of makeup (never check make-up you may never see it again in this lifetime, a stuffed frog (I was helping a friends child for a school project), my journal (I love to write), a book on quantum physics (fascinating subject), romance novel (my guilty pleasure), and a couple of other miscellaneous items.
So, if someone ever asks to describe yourself, what would they say you pulled out of your bag?
