What would your six word memoir be?

Now here’s a quick confession of my not-so-secret obsession: I’m absolutely Pinterest crazy. Upon scrolling through the fun quotes, the DIYs, and outfit of the days, I came across this rad question, “What would your six word memoir be?” I remember having to come up with a phrase that defined me a couple years back. I didn’t think much of it with people buzzing around with dumb phrases like “I like big butts, can’t lie” and “I am bad at counting.” Naturally, this little assignment was nothing more than a battle of wit among classmates. However, years later around midnight-ish, the thought of summing up in a half a dozen words started dancing around my thoughts and demanded my attention once more. If all someone knew about me was six words on a page, what would those six words be?

"I’m not just a dumb blonde."

No, I’m not going take this next paragraph to rant on how stereotypes are bad and overplayed because honestly, I have “blond moments” and I'm okay with that. It’s not something to be ashamed of because at the end of day, we all make fools of ourselves. We have all had one of those days where we ask a question that was just asked or freak out over losing a phone that turned out to be in our hand the whole time. But that’s what us humans do. We happily go about our lives filling our precious memories with embarrassing “blond moments.” And though I recognize those moments are a part of me, they don’t define me. I can’t tell you how invigorating it is at the end of the quarter when I end up with a 4.0 or when I’m able to explain a tough concept in a way others can understand. I value a smart woman as much as the next girl, but for me, there’s no difference between a smart woman and a smart blonde. In the same breath, there’s no difference between an embarrassing moment and a blond one. Both being intelligent and being carefree encompass what it means to be human. And I’m blessed to be able to experience both.

"There's got to be a reason." 

The most responsive to change will survive. I believe Charles Darwin said something to that extent, and it's never rang more true than it does right now. Within these past couple months, a lot has happened that has truly changed who I am. At first, it felt like my world was crumbling — every situation gone array was a another brick falling down. I was petrified to find out how bleak everything might seem after the chaos settled. But after some time, things did settle down, and at that moment, I realized that life would go on whether I was ready for it or not. So I held on to the hope that there had to be a reason. For all of it. Unknown as it may be, there has to be a reason why our strength is tested. There has to be a reason why the world continues to demand change. I may not always agree, but the only way to make it through is to trust that there is some greater reason out there that demands to be discovered. 

"I am more than just words"

My thoughts are countless. Buzzing around in my head. And in fear that I'll never be able to stop talking once another one escapes, I'm content with ending my six word memoir with this. I am more than just words on a page or a girl with her nose stuffed in a book. I love unexpected phone conversations that last hours or running into the cool Pacific Ocean with all my clothes on. I love the feeling I get right after making a perfect pass on the volleyball court or making up a dance with my best friend. And even now as I tell you all of the things that I love, it still doesn't feel like enough. It's almost as if putting them into words diminishes the things that seemed so grand in my head. I am more than just a dumb blonde or a product of unsuspecting change. And though I try to explain all that I am to a stranger with only six words, I hope they would see I'm more than what these words attempt to make of me.