Share Your World – 2015 Week 32

I have missed a couple of weeks of sharing with Cee, in part because I was busy but then more recently because I think my muse has gone into hibernation. There seem to be no words crying to be released from my brain these days, but I’m going to give sharing a go this week.

1. Are you a collector of anything? Over the years I have collected many things. For awhile it was clown figurines, for awhile it was cat figurines, then I somehow accumulated some rooster figurines and photos. Now I’m trying to cut down on “things”, simplify life (and dusting) a little, so I’m avoiding collections of anything. So far, so good.

2. What is your biggest fear or phobia? (no photos please) I think that would be edges – I can do heights if I feel safely surrounded by a barrier of some kind, but put me up high with an unprotected edge and panic sets in. That makes cleaning pine needles off the roof and out of the gutters my least favorite thing to do.

3. Do you prefer reading coffee table books (picture), biographies, fiction, non-fiction, educational? Fiction, although I’ve read some biographies that I’ve enjoyed. I’ve started others and never gotten through them. I read for relaxation, and recently I seem to be more into what I guess would fit into the “chick lit” category, although not cheesy chick lit. Lately the books I’ve enjoyed deal mostly with relationships, human interaction.

Complete this sentence: If I Must Be Reincarnated, In the Next Life I Want to Be… I think in my next life I want to be one of my spoiled animals. You know, the kind that sleeps on the bed, has a chair of her own, gets tastes of people food now and then, is given treats and tummy rubs on demand, is allowed access to outside whenever she wishes and is never yelled at, only gently chided occasionally, followed by hugs.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? I am grateful that I had a last week to appreciate. I am looking forward to getting my body and my muse out of neutral and into some kind of forward motion in the week coming up. That doesn’t seem too much to ask, but neither my body nor my muse are wanting to listen to me. Both think a nap sounds better. Or naps.