My sister started a blog, which prompted me to post again. I have to remind myself that sometimes you just write when you have something to say - even if it isn't much of anything at all! It is the little memories that I'll look back at and smile upon.
Which brings me to this post....
Last summer, I attended a work dinner/focus group. We had to go around the room and introduce ourselves and say something interesting about ourselves. So one by one, people say things like:
"I went scuba diving in the Galapagos Islands!"
"I am an Elvis fanatic and have one room in my house devoted to him!"
"I was in a commercial when I was 8 years old!"
"I play the accordian!"
"I am a triplet!"
"I raise show cats!"
As I wait for my turn, I'm racking my brain and trying to think of something interesting about myself. When it was my turn, I said, "The most interesting about me is that I am fantastically un-interesting." I decided at that point that I was either going to get a hobby or at least make up something to share the next time I was in this situation.
Fast forward a year.... this week, we had a small meeting at work. We had to partner up and interview each other so that we could introduce each other to the rest of the group. And once again, I had absolutely nothing to say. I chatted with my partner (who happened to be my former boss) until it was time to introduce each other. At that point I felt bad because I knew I hadn't given her much to work with. The introductions began:
"She just retired from 40 years in education!"
"She just returned from a 3 week safari in Africa!"
"She won a 24 hour dance-off when she was in high school!"
"She speaks 3 languages!"
When it was my turn, my partner graciously introduced me by saying:
"This is Rachel and she takes pleasure in the ordinary."
And it was perfect. And true. Maybe that is the most interesting thing about me - I embrace the ordinary. I'm okay with that.
But I'm still going to get a hobby.