It’s a Monday night. And this is definitely a Thursday or Friday night question but here I sit, listening to the ever fabulous Adele and doing some research for work when I started to think about if the fact that I spend my free time to work defines me. Am I workaholic?
Does my ability to belt out Adele tunes with reckless abandon define me? (“I dare you to let me be your one and only. I promise I’m worthy to hold in your armsssss.”)
Does my flat with all it’s random travel references define me? My job? My salary? My favorite color?
What about my unnatural obsession with office supplies and English tea?
The fact that some days I can eat like a bodybuilder and some days I forget to eat altogether?
I’m single. I’m a photographer. I’m a traveler. I’m a lover of asparagus and brussel sprouts.
And don’t forget to factor in my past and my future dreams.
So if you had to look me up in a dictionary…in those few lines used to define a word, what would it say?
Nothing like a good riddle on a Monday night!
What defines you? If you figure it out, let me know, because I’m stumped over here.
