about the contents of my purse (you can feed my fish)

My purse. It is always revealing who I am and always adjusting it's summation, as it contents are frequently changing. New arrivals crowd out old flames, but the faithful remain. The faithful are those things that have been with me for many years, things that have stood the test of time and solidly speak to my personality.  Included in this list are my debit/credit cards and checkbook, as I am always anticipating the need for commerce. My driver's license offers an overview of person and makes obvious my ability to operate a vehicle competently and my desire to do so. My phone, of course, which includes photos of my life, is likely the cornerstone of all the contents. My ability to be able to interact with others is a must. Anyone perusing my phone would observe that it sees a great deal of activity on most days. We also find hand lotion, lip product, and tweezers as I don't like to be without access to smooth hands, lips and skin at any given time. A pen can always be found, an obvious necessity.

Gum. This oral fixation will likely never end and to be without access to it can send me into a nervous fit. Sad but true. I don't think a person looking into my purse could really fully appreciate the importance of this particular item. It speaks to my personality so profoundly that it would surely be overlooked as a mere breath freshener. Gum gives me an opportunity to be constantly in motion...ever engaged in a physical activity. I can be still, but not for long...unless I can at least exercise my jaws. It allows me to sit somewhere (class, church, a friendly visit, knitting, painting) and engage my mind without getting squirmy.

The more transient items currently found in my purse which are of less importance, making their way in and out at any given time are my Ipod, earbuds, outgoing mail, and purse hook. While less stationary, even these items reveal something about who I am.  My Ipod allows me to enjoy music, share photos, etc. The purse hook (keeps a purse off of the floor)  is indicative of my distaste for uncleanliness.

What is the sum total of my purse's revelation of my being? Perhaps one would surmise that I am a 40 year old female Everett resident with healthy lips and smooth skin who is relational and loquacious, enjoys music and cleanliness, is literate, able to drive, enjoys constant motion (or at least fresh breath), has a family and dogs that she values, and contributes to the economy. While somewhat random in her organization, she is fairly simplistic in terms of baggage.

 Hmmm...a non-comprehensive, but definitely fair analysis.