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.
|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.|
|Because when I searched quaint international home I got this and I'm keeping it.|
|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.|