Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth GilbertI am reading Eat, Pray, Love (well actually, I am listing to it on my mp3 player… I just can’t find the time to read everything I want to; but I did some kick butt cleaning up the basement while I followed Elizabeth Gilbert to Italy and India during Emily’s nap today!)  But back to the subject at hand…

There is a part in the book where the author is talking with a friend in Rome and he tells her that every city -and in fact every person- has a word; a word that sums them up. (In case you are dying of curiosity Rome’s word is sex.) Gilbert goes on to ponder what her own word is; which lead me to think about what my own word is. This has been an interesting little exercise. So how do you boil yourself down to one word. I think what you choose is pretty telling in a few ways–maybe it is all this over-thinking that is keeping me from just coming up with a stinking word. While I mull it over for a day or two; why don’t you think about it too? What is your word?