Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Fear of failure keeps me likeable

I'm feeling a bit sassy tonight. Let's pretend we like it when I am a bit defensive and a whole lot of fun, shall we? Moving right along.

A good friend of mine posed an interesting question tonight on Twitter. Before we go any further... this person is a real life good friend that I see regularly and have in my cell phone and on every other possible form of "Hey, I'm having a nervous breakdown about what the hell I'm doing with my life can you talk?" sort of communication. I HAVE FRIENDS OFF LINE DAMMIT! (just wanted to get that out there before "you people" start thinking I don't have a life. Mmkay? 'Kay...) 

So let's stop talking about me and get to the interesting question... so that I can tell you my answers which is going to be about me. This is my blog and I'll say how the show goes. Where was I?


If you were assured you would not fail, what endeavor would you take on? Now I know it isn't a new question, but it was the first time I'd seen it, and I like to believe my friend is all full of new ideas and original thought and you can't stop me so I'm giving credit where I feel like it.

Oh, blogosphere where do I begin? There are so many things I always wanted to do, thought I never could, probably won't try, and am too scared to actually put in motion. Without the fear of failing I would be simply unbearable. I could be anything I wanted to be. I would probably be so full of myself, yes even more so than right this minute, that no one would read anything I had to say because they would all hate me. But wait! There's more! (I've always wanted to say that... not that it fits here)

Allow me to get all listy for a bit?

1. I would write a book. It would be the story of a girl who grew up in the Midwest, married too young, made tons of mistakes, and learned to love herself in spite of herself. Stop me if you've heard this one. What holds me back? What if no one bought it? What if I had to give it away as Christmas, birthday, anniversary, baby shower, graduation, and housewarming gifts? What if my Mom bought a bunch of copies and gave them to all of her friends and they stopped being friends with her because I'm a crappy writer?

2. I would move to another country. Even if it were only for a little while, I would take the chance and experience life in Italy, France, Ireland, Scotland, South Africa, etc. I've lived in Denver, Nebraska, Iowa, South Dakota, and I'm planning a move west, but deep inside this Midwest woman is a world traveler just dying to get out. But Blogger? Can I call you Blogger? What happens if I get there and it's horrible and no one likes me because I'm an American and I talk to loud, make bad jokes, dress like a bum, and really just came for the wine? Worse still, what if I ran out of money and I had to sell my body to make ends meet and no one wanted to buy me!?

3. I'd date a local. JUST KIDDING

Where's a rich benefactor when you need one? I would move to another country and write a book while drinking wine and getting to know the locals. In a perfect world it would look something like this.. picture it if you can.

Me wearing a kicky hat,
This would be me in the ladies room at the club/pub thinking, "oh these crazy friends of mine!"

Sitting around with my new international group of friends,

Hot guys courtesy of : http://www.montrealvip.com/gallery2/d/639-1/Montreal_Nightlife_04.jpg
Yes, I'm aware that I picked all guy friends. At least one of them might be into girls. 
Sharing drinks, laughs, and crazy stories.
ooooh that wine looks pretty!

Then I'd hop on my Vespa
I would wear that dress too. Because it's all pin-up and everything I pretend to be.
and do a little shopping before heading back to my quaint, but really well decorated home
Because when I searched quaint international home I got this and I'm keeping it.
where I would open my laptop to write my next best seller.
This makes it look like my book would be as popular as the  Bible and everyone would say they've read it even when you know damn good and well that they didn't. 
So tell me, dear readers.... If you were assured you would not fail, what endeavor would you take on? 

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ang, I spent 5 minutes tonight imagining you on a Vespa in that dress after drinking wine. Let me know before you take that trip, I am buying you some life insurance. Great Blog tonight!

Miss Sassy Pants said...

Ooooooooooooooo I love this prompt! I'd write a book and find a writing job that pays more money than my current one.

And you should live in another country - It was one of the best experiences of my life. I could write a book on just that year I lived in Chile. (And dating locals is an excellent idea. I fully support that.)

Azra said...

Angie, you're a woman after my own heart. We're the same person... well except for the wine LOL!
Here's everything I want but I'm either too afraid to get it, or I just don't know how to: http://bit.ly/ib9yvx

Anonymous said...

Love the dress but not on a italian sewing machine prone to bursting into flames. I've realised no matter where you go or what you do is same shit just different place and the fact is the grass is never greener over there. But dreams are always good.

Angie said...

John,
Rewind- I've decided on the cool Cruiser bicycle one of the other girls got that I didn't! (pout)

Sassy,
Chile is so beautiful! Lucky girl! I don't date the locals here. I didn't mean dating the locals in another country was off limits :)

Azra,
Oh.My.G. We have the same taste AND the same butler. hahaha I love you!

Anon,
That dress IS tres sexy! Wait... what's this bursting into flames thing? I'm not looking for greener pastures. I am looking for life experiences immersed in other cultures. My spirit hungers for it. :)

Leauxra said...

The first thing I thought was, BORING. Not the prompt. But if I knew I would succeed at everything I tried, what would be the point? I would probably be homeless (and really good at it).

And I realized the reason I haven't written a book, climbed Denali, traveled to Nepal, or gone on safari in Africa isn't fear of failure. I am afraid I will forget to BREATHE half the time, but it doesn't stop me from doing it... no. It's laziness. Pure and simple. Except that one time I tried to sell art for a living and nearly starved. But maybe I wouldn't have nearly starved if I had, say, worked at it more.

Paula said...

I think if I could do anything I would settle for being a professional world traveling Ester egg hunter.

Becca (aka SMC) said...

Oh Lordy where to start... besides stealing your list, I would be a doctor. For reals, a doctor. I always liked medicine, but for fear of failure never pursued it. Mostly because I don't want to actually kill people with my stupidity.

Dave D. said...

Now, the logical technical "Mr Fix it" in me recognizes the mighty advances in digital media. A childhood neighbor of mine wrote a book, called "one of eleven" a short history of his life being one of eleven kids. fascinating read (especially for me because I knew most of the characters).. my point is.. you can write the book.. and publish it at will.. one volume at a time.. the excitement is in the chase, not the destination..

Angie said...

You guys could all come and vacation at my international house of awesome no-failness.

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