If I was a season, I’d be Winter. Bitterly cold, but nothing compares to a winters day of staying indoors with cozy slippers and a cup of hot chocolate.
If I was a piece of furniture, I'd be a ridiculous abstract painting. Some people would look at me and think, psh, my daughter could paint that, but the true artists would find me amazing and fun.
If I was a country, I'd be Canada. Peaceful, inviting, self-sufficient, doesn't get in over her head, and doesn't pretend to have all the answers.
If I was a food, I'd be hot banana peppers. Fun only in brief spurts for some, but a keeper to the hardcores.
If I was a day, I'd be Friday. Because the trials of the week are almost over, and there's still lots to look forward to.
If I was a color, I'd be black. Because it has all the colors in one, yet doesn't need to flash that around.
If I was a letter, I’d be a letter of encouragement with no return address, just to let you know that I love the crap out of you, but don't necessarily want to hang out.
If I was a book, I'd be a complicated yet simple read, open to many different interpretations.
If I was a political leader, you would not want to vote for me, and I would not be offended.
If I was a drink, I'd be red wine. Bold, dry, classy, and makes you want to eat cheese.
If I was a man, I would be my husband, just so I could know what he really thinks and how he really feels.
If I could know the future, I would plug my ears and close my eyes, because I wouldn't want to know. Something tells me that if I could see it, I would probably run away, Thelma and Louise style.