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Adjective Fun

My husband and I like to play the alphabet game.  You know where you think up a topic, or word usage, or theme and then go through naming things in order of each letter of the alphabet.    We do actor's names, movies, places we'd live to visit, places we've lived, verbs or adjectives with X number of syllables, things we are grateful for in our lives, or dealer's choice. 

The other night I came up with the topic of adjectives of at least 2 syllables that described my husband.  We had a fun time playing and the adjectives just flowed—gregarious, loving, charming, warm-hearted, and outrageous.

So, last night he suggested we do the same with adjectives describing me.

First of all, it was really hard to think of adjectives describing myself.  Secondly, all the ones we thought of (especially from him) were so boring.  I got things like:  accountable, responsible, organized, persevering, loyal, earnest, questioning, and thoughtful.  It makes a great list for a resume, but what does it say about me as a person in relation to other people?

At first, I was disappointed that I didn't hear:  funny, caring, lovable, daring, beautiful or friendly.  I thought about it (thoughtful, right?) and although I wanted to sound more exciting, the words are true.  I am serious and earnest.  I am dogged.  I don't give up.  I've worked hard to be responsible and accountable.   I am dependable and I am resourceful. 

I am grateful to be okay with the descriptive words as they stand.  It doesn't mean I'm not any of those other things, but it does mean that I have certain qualities that stand out.  Like primary and secondary colors.  The qualities that stand out are important and help me in my life.  They are mostly ones I've cultivated.  And, there are some, like stubbornness, that have come naturally to me.  I can be serious and have fun.  That's me, Old Reliable.
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