A while back, my friend Sarah challenged herself to come up with creative descriptions of herself based on the letter "S". Each of us who commented on her blog about the exercise were encouraged to do the same with our first name letter.
Since today is my 51st birthday, I thought it was about time I tried to tackle the assignment. I had been putting it off because there weren't many words that began with "K" I could think of, and especially to describe myself.
Or, so I thought. Somehow, one word seemed to lead to another.
K is for Kathy.
And for Karen, Karol and Kelly...my sisters. We were all born between 1959 and 1965, a time when I believe ALL mothers thought it was a great idea to name all their children with the same first letter. Our cousins were David and Debbie; Toni, Terry and Tiffany; and, of course, Jodi, Jill, Joel, Jeri and Jeff. On the other side of the family there was Dale and Denny. And just so you don't think it was isolated to my kin - or maybe it just was my destiny - my future husband's mother had Jefferee, Jac, Jeanee, Jamee and Jodee. (Note the additional flare to all the spellings of names as well!) But the most disturbing part of this story is my children: Jaclyn, Jessica and Jacob. (Too bad Krazy isn't the correct spelling! That would have said it all!)
That reminds me...
K is for Kelsey.
The rebellious name I had picked out to break the evil "J" cycle if Jacob had been a girl. Whew! Glad I was saved from myself. Throwing off the "J's" and going to the "K's" was living on the edge! It must have been karma that I had a boy, and kept the "J" tradition in tact!
So that leads to...
K is for Karma.
I am a firm believer in karma. It took me many years and "lots of friendly input" to realize that you reap what you sew in life. So make sure what you give out is what you want to get back...because it WILL come back around. And usually sooner than later.
What I love to give...
K is for Kodak.
Because I love to take pictures. (And Canon, my favorite camera, does not start with a "K"). But you get the idea. Life is beautiful...all of it. Family, friends, the things we love, the things that make us wonder. Everything has a story and pictures can speak a thousand words. Always leave behind these treasures for future generations.
Speaking of treasures...
K is for Katydid.
This was a favorite nickname of mine, reserved only for my Uncle Les. Whenever I entered a room he was in, his face would light up as he rattled off his special list of names for me - always starting with Katydid or KatyKate. I always loved the effort he took in making me feel so special. I don't ever remember him calling me by my real name. I truly treasure this memory of our relationship.
My other special relationships...
K is for Kids.
My kids are my life. I have been truly blessed to be the mother of three fantastic kids who have grown into extraordinary adults. And, I have been very lucky to be surrounded by my "other kids": the ones I meet each year through my university job. I find myself becoming their proud mama as they grow, leave their college nest and head into their bright futures.
Awkward transition here...
K is for Klutz.
If it is meant to break, I will bust it. If it is in my path, I will run into it. I fall off my tennis shoe; I always hit the corner of my desk with my knee; slam my fingers in drawers; burn myself taking things out of the oven and bang my head when I get into my car. ALL THE TIME! I am also known to fall down the stairs in our house on a frequent basis. Needless to say, I avoided our last work team-building excursion "skydiving", because, well, you know, if a parachute is going to fail - it would be mine! That my friend is...kismet.
Ahh....
K is for Kismet.
I believe in fate slash destiny. From the moment we are born to the last breath we take, I believe our paths are predetermined. Short, long, happy, sad, ordinary, extraordinary...we are born to how we live, who we love...it is all out of our hands really. And, when we stop trying to control life, and just start living it...then maybe we will truly understand it.
Speaking of who we love...
K is for Knight.
My knight in shining armor, my husband. As a little girl I always believed in the notion of fairy tales; someday my prince would come; and then we would live happily ever after. I met my prince in California...home of Disney himself...there is that kismet thing again. Of course, Walt never showed us the rest of the story - the ups and downs; the work to keep the armor shined and the fairy tale alive. Your knight changes from the one whom swept you off your feet to the one who sometimes stands beside you reluctantly. But a true knight keeps saddling up each day and loves his princess anyway - despite frequent disappointments. This is the true magic of ever after.
Dealing with the changes and challenges...
K is for Kaleidoscope.
An alternative definition is "anything that constantly changes". And THAT would be this wonderful life on this spectacular blue and green globe. You can fight the changes, or simply let go and enjoy the kaleidoscope of life.
What is your LETTER?
Since today is my 51st birthday, I thought it was about time I tried to tackle the assignment. I had been putting it off because there weren't many words that began with "K" I could think of, and especially to describe myself.
Or, so I thought. Somehow, one word seemed to lead to another.
K is for Kathy.
And for Karen, Karol and Kelly...my sisters. We were all born between 1959 and 1965, a time when I believe ALL mothers thought it was a great idea to name all their children with the same first letter. Our cousins were David and Debbie; Toni, Terry and Tiffany; and, of course, Jodi, Jill, Joel, Jeri and Jeff. On the other side of the family there was Dale and Denny. And just so you don't think it was isolated to my kin - or maybe it just was my destiny - my future husband's mother had Jefferee, Jac, Jeanee, Jamee and Jodee. (Note the additional flare to all the spellings of names as well!) But the most disturbing part of this story is my children: Jaclyn, Jessica and Jacob. (Too bad Krazy isn't the correct spelling! That would have said it all!)
That reminds me...
K is for Kelsey.
The rebellious name I had picked out to break the evil "J" cycle if Jacob had been a girl. Whew! Glad I was saved from myself. Throwing off the "J's" and going to the "K's" was living on the edge! It must have been karma that I had a boy, and kept the "J" tradition in tact!
So that leads to...
K is for Karma.
I am a firm believer in karma. It took me many years and "lots of friendly input" to realize that you reap what you sew in life. So make sure what you give out is what you want to get back...because it WILL come back around. And usually sooner than later.
What I love to give...
K is for Kodak.
Because I love to take pictures. (And Canon, my favorite camera, does not start with a "K"). But you get the idea. Life is beautiful...all of it. Family, friends, the things we love, the things that make us wonder. Everything has a story and pictures can speak a thousand words. Always leave behind these treasures for future generations.
Speaking of treasures...
K is for Katydid.
This was a favorite nickname of mine, reserved only for my Uncle Les. Whenever I entered a room he was in, his face would light up as he rattled off his special list of names for me - always starting with Katydid or KatyKate. I always loved the effort he took in making me feel so special. I don't ever remember him calling me by my real name. I truly treasure this memory of our relationship.
My other special relationships...
K is for Kids.
My kids are my life. I have been truly blessed to be the mother of three fantastic kids who have grown into extraordinary adults. And, I have been very lucky to be surrounded by my "other kids": the ones I meet each year through my university job. I find myself becoming their proud mama as they grow, leave their college nest and head into their bright futures.
Awkward transition here...
K is for Klutz.
If it is meant to break, I will bust it. If it is in my path, I will run into it. I fall off my tennis shoe; I always hit the corner of my desk with my knee; slam my fingers in drawers; burn myself taking things out of the oven and bang my head when I get into my car. ALL THE TIME! I am also known to fall down the stairs in our house on a frequent basis. Needless to say, I avoided our last work team-building excursion "skydiving", because, well, you know, if a parachute is going to fail - it would be mine! That my friend is...kismet.
Ahh....
K is for Kismet.
I believe in fate slash destiny. From the moment we are born to the last breath we take, I believe our paths are predetermined. Short, long, happy, sad, ordinary, extraordinary...we are born to how we live, who we love...it is all out of our hands really. And, when we stop trying to control life, and just start living it...then maybe we will truly understand it.
Speaking of who we love...
K is for Knight.
My knight in shining armor, my husband. As a little girl I always believed in the notion of fairy tales; someday my prince would come; and then we would live happily ever after. I met my prince in California...home of Disney himself...there is that kismet thing again. Of course, Walt never showed us the rest of the story - the ups and downs; the work to keep the armor shined and the fairy tale alive. Your knight changes from the one whom swept you off your feet to the one who sometimes stands beside you reluctantly. But a true knight keeps saddling up each day and loves his princess anyway - despite frequent disappointments. This is the true magic of ever after.
Dealing with the changes and challenges...
K is for Kaleidoscope.
An alternative definition is "anything that constantly changes". And THAT would be this wonderful life on this spectacular blue and green globe. You can fight the changes, or simply let go and enjoy the kaleidoscope of life.
What is your LETTER?
No comments:
Post a Comment