We live in a world where Lemonade is made with artificial flavoring, yet furniture polish is made with real lemons!! Go figure.
But I digress... (lol)

The real reason you are here...
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn’t interest me if what you tell me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back. It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep... in the empty moments!!

Well, not really “my own words” but you get the point! (lol)
Enjoy : )

I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently, and even improved Einstein's theory of relativity. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row only to get bored. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees. I woo women with my sensuous trombone playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran at love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello. I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored (after treading water), I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide rave over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I was scouted by the Mets. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifuge demonstration. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. I bat 400. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Wuthering Heights and Moby Dick in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening.

Now that's funny!!! (lol)

Tag words or interests, in no particular order - photography, gardening, music, blues, jazz, alternative rock, art,creative thought provoking, pets, nature, NPR, Green Tea, staying fit, health conscious yoga…

Remaining calm during a crisis, and/or Thinking outside the box...

Don’t know..."you never know just how you look through other people’s eyes".

Air!!... Really : )
Family, friends, & pets.
Green Tea.
Music.
My Computer, internet, & now my Smartphone.

That may be more than six. (lol)

Chill’n, and all that implies, wherever it may be.

If you have ever considered (someday) leaving it all behind, traveling the world doing volunteer work.