Your Life In 100 Words: An Exercise
appy New Year to all my bloggy friends!
I’ve been spending a little time in another blogging community and someone posted an interesting challenge that I thought would be fun for us to do here as well. It’s a toughy, but see what you come up with: Describe your entire life in a single paragraph of 100 words. No more than 100 and no less than 100. It must be exactly 100 words.
It took me a little noodling, but here’s what I came up with:
Induced at eight months gestation because Mummy had things to do. Lived with grandparents in loving joy until seven. Next, the shit phase: moving to Cali with Mummy and the rest. Unloved. Parentified. Tap-dancing for affection. Escape to college. Depression follows, through BS, MD, residency, fellowship. Crazy men, misuse of sex, loneliness abounds. Later gift is found: passion and skill in being teendoc. My FUBAR ephebic misadventures give relevant empathy to adolescent patients’ struggles. I become true me: open, grateful, nurturing, compassionate, warm, and morally grounded. Fate sends me hubby and angels give me Zara. I am 45 and complete.
I’ve shown you mine. Now you show me yours. 
Thank you, Cartouche for the idea.
can’t believe no one has taken the challenge yet. I promise to work on it and I’ll be back.
lunas last blog post..goddess gift
Tough challenge but here’s what I got:
Born 1963 in Detroit. Shaped by the 70s, mostly the women’s movement. Raised Catholic. Loved 2nd Sunday in May. Graduated a Michigan Wolverine. Auto industry beckoned. Married the wrong guy but didn’t realize it until we tried to start a family. Couldn’t conceive. Divorced. Started a new life and career in California. Found soul mate. Still young. Tried to make babies every which way possible. Crushed into a million pieces by infertility. My heart broke. My soul bled. Ostracized. Isolated. Lost. Channeled emotions in words. Connected deeply with my sisters. Found my voice. Healing has begun. Looking to the future.
Pamela Jeannes last blog post..Womanly In More Ways Than One
Now that’s what I’m talking about! Thanks, PJ. It tells me a lot in just 100 words. Excellent!
My life experiment begins in 1974, a crisp fall birth to a Black family in Baltimore. Three years later, meningitis almost kills me. I am now deaf. That same month, electrocuted dead for a few minutes with outlet, record player, scissors. I am the deaf Ruby Bridges, a litmus test at many schools. I’m the deaf one amongst Black students. I’m the only Black student in a sea of deaf White privilege. I prove my worth with high grades. I love college! I am kidnapped, tortured and released back. I live with PTSD. I’m still healing. I’m married, a mother.
My goodness, Adrienne. This snippet makes me want to know so much more about your life experiences. Sounds like you are an incredible survivor. Thank you for sharing.
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They waited for me, a sweet baby girl. So much pink that I became a tomboy. Discovered too much at an early age. Experimented. Soon, a broken home. Death. Innocence lost. Tried to find my path. Met the love of my life but didn’t yet know it. Reconnected with my soul mate. Finally realize what I am supposed to do. Bloom and thrive, nourished by great love. We are ready. We try. We wait. My body’s betrayal cuts deep. A miracle, then devastation. Our son is gone. Now, our child tries to find his/her way to us. Still, we wait.
http://lifefromhere.wordpress.com/2009/01/12/my-life-in-100-words-how-about-yours/
lunas last blog post..my life in 100 words, how about yours?
Beautifully expressive. Thank you for sharing this part of you, Luna!
I got this from Luna and Deathstar, and traced my way back to you. I love this – thank you for sharing it. Here’s mine:
Surprise! Still, welcomed and loved. Childhood is confusing to one so serious. Throbbing hormones, teenage existentialist, overly earnest. Always told I’m gifted but feel like a failure. Confuse sexuality with love, but think I’m too smart for that and call it empowerment. Find future spouse weeks before escape across Pacific. He follows. Settling down settles me. Coming home changed is harder than leaving. Thought the baby thing would be easier than this. Waiting and pretending everything is ok, but lies don’t work. Answers, questions, answers, questions. They won’t end, will they? Still, light keeps seeping in, exposing my beautiful humanity.
annacyclopedias last blog post..First Theme of 2009: Grid Focus
Ah, we share some commonalities:
Always told I’m gifted but feel like a failure. Confuse sexuality with love, but think I’m too smart for that and call it empowerment.
I love this. Such great glimpses into everyone’s being. Thanks for sharing.
Sorry, last comment had a typo in my url. Fixed now….
annacyclopedias last blog post..one hundred. cent. ?. hundert. ?????. cem. cento. ?
I will sum up my feelings about your 100 words in 1: poignant
As for writing my own, will have to return to this when my brain reappears.
Thank you! And that Mommy-brain can be troublesome. It will return.
I did this from reading on another blog, your challenge is getting out there. I’m glad I’ve found you again, for awhile there you were lost in the great bloglines melt down.
I would love it if you would post your 100 words here in the comments, Jen. Thanks for reconnecting!
Girl twenty something in grad school falls for boy twenty something . Picture youth, optimism and two cultures meeting in synergy. Dreams shared – house, picket fence and 2.5 kids, eventually. Tragedy strikes boy. He battles for life and wins but loses fertility. They nurture their love and hope for the best. The baby doctors only deliver disappointment and depleted bank accounts . Boy and girl wondering why they must navigate such rough waters all alone for so long. They wonder why their baby story wasn’t. Could they have done something or were they destined to ache in longing forever?
Love your 100, Bluemoon. Thanks for sharing. Yet I’d love to see 100 words about your life, from beginning to now. Can you indulge us here at the Dollhouse?
That’s harder – it’s going to take me a lot longer! I’ll be back.
I followed the link from http://lifefromhere.wordpress.com/ here… and here it is.
At first I was unwanted, born last, then middle, wrapped in pretty dresses trying to fit some one else’s dreams. Then I struggled, confused, empty, struck with loneliness. Abandoned repeatedly by those that should love me. Grown up before my time, I found a love I didn’t believe could exist. I sought fulfillment, the whole nine yards. Unexpected brick walls, then a brief reprieve of broken sunlight before the sky began to fall again. Lost, loss, longing, agony. Trying, trying, again and again. Spent money, spent time, spent desire. Never giving up, strength in morning, strength in love and hope.
Beautiful words. They show such strength and resilience. Thanks for sharing!
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