As a kid I wanted to be a ballerina, a farmer, an artist, a writer, a therapist, a veterinarian. I wanted to run the office for “Dallas” – I just knew I was ready for the jet-setting life of oil. I wanted to live in New York City, imagined myself lounging about being “adult” in some amazing loft.
Mostly, I just wanted to not be where I was so I took to my imagination. A trait or should I be more accurate and say a defense-mechanism I employ to this day. Now, while I continue on this most-of-the-time rewarding journey of a twenty-year career in fund development and philanthropy, I dream of working at Home Depot. I really love their orange vests.
I realize that I now know more of what I don’t want to be than I know about what I want to be. And from this mid-life perspective, I’m OK with that.
There you are front and center
Staring at me from the screen
I’m alone – no socialite
Oh and yeah, and it is Friday night
Looks like you’re having fun
New girls on your arms
Where’s your wife, center of your life?
It’s all part of the gig, man
There you are on the side
You can’t see me from where I stand
Is there a line in between
The show and what you really mean?
Sometimes things are not
What they seem
But the feelings hold their meaning
All the same
She walked away with tears in her eyes and a new fever in her blood. Knowing she would never see this place again, she found a new rhythm. She knew in her heart that she would only see with positive eyes from then on now that she changed her tune.