Simply put, a leisurely Sunday afternoon A-Z snapshot of some of my traits, desires, and preoccupations: Anxiety is my first. Black Dog -- that's my second. Compassion is one of my top 3 words. Death. I've feared it & desired it... often at the same time. Empathy. More for everybody, say I! Friendship: it sustains me. I couldn't live without it. Generosity of spirit: I hope I've got plenty. I still want more of it. Hate. I do, sometimes; some people. Not sure if it's good or bad. Interesting. My quest is to be so... because if I'm dull, I'm dead. Joy. I look for it every single day. Mostly I find a fair-sized slice of it. Kinship. I feel so happy when I find it -- and I often do so in the unlikeliest places. Loving. Love is what it's all about. I'm privileged to have felt it, and given it. Moral. I try to be it -- but never to moralise. Negativity. It stalks me every day. On my bad days, it catches me. Outrageous humour: because of my general demeanour, it sometimes surprises people that I possess it. Possibility -- it's a word I utterly adore. Questioning: my childhood hobby. My enquiring mind never rested. Romance. It adds colour and flavour to life. Worth doing, every once in a while. Social anxiety. It's a right bastard. I'd be happy to be rid of it, for good. Terrified. That's me, every morning. About everything. Sometimes I get better. Utopian. That's my soul, by day. And by night? It depends. Vision. I certainly don't have enough -- and I'd like more. Whimsical. Me at my best, say I! X-rated. I've had my moments. Just don't tell the Vicar. Youth. What I hope never to lose, in my mind. Zonked. Me, after this post.