Last night, as I was trying to make some semblence of sense out of the 52 different strands of ideas related to my mid-term paper for grad school, my lovely and talented wife gave me a wonderfully entertaining gift. It's a book called "Not Quite What I Was Planning" and it assembles the 6-word memoirs of people both famous and not so famous. That's right -- entire lives summed up in 6 words. It's awesome. My mid-term paper became a distant memory as I instantly began devouring this book. Some of the submissions were deep: "Born in the desert, still thirsty." says one. Some are simply profound: "When she proposed, I said yes." Others are both hilarious and poignant at the same time: "Macular degeneration: didn't see that coming."
If you see the book, I'd heartily recommend picking it up. I of course have been ruminating over an appropriate 6-word autobiography. And lo and behold it came to me while shaving this morning:
To make this post vaguely theater-related, I've added a link over to the left there to the website of a great actress who also happens to be a great writer, Irene Ziegler.
"Never reached potential, settled for happiness."