My Other Lives
My mom often says stuff like, "In another life, I'd be a novelist" or "In another life, I'd write children's Sunday school curricula." This is her way of referencing the fact that there generally isn't enough time in one life to pursue every single thing you could possibly be interested in, but it's okay to acknowledge the paths you might have taken if there were time, or if you'd made different choices along the way.
The other day, I was contemplating a couple different routes I might conceivably have gone in a different lifetime.
In an alternate universe where money and practicality don't matter: I would be a dollhouse designer, builder, and decorator. In this alternate universe, it's quite a feasible and blissful career.
In another life, I spent my senior year of college more academically and less married, managed to wrangle up scholarships/grants/some sort of education money and went on to get my master's degree straight out of college and am working on my PhD. right now, in Linguistics, with plans to become a university professor.
In the life Angel and I might have had if we'd stayed on the same track we were on a year ago, within the next few years, I'd be a stay-at-home mom with a nurse practitioner for a husband and I have a really cool room dedicated to crafting and blogging in my home, which we would own, which would probably be somewhere in the south or west USA.
In the life where I was much, much braver and more extroverted than I am now, I would have made it a priority to keep acting and theater a part of my life beyond high school--minoring in it in college and at least having the guts to audition for community theater and local films and make time for it in my schedule. I'd be a little actress and Angel would come to all of my plays.
In the life I have, I'm a 22 year old wife of 3.5 years who at the moment swears she'll never put in the money and years of life required to gain the very interesting "pieces of paper" that are post-graduate education. I'm a writer who alternates between blogging, writing long emails to my parents, and working on longer manuscripts for the 2 or 3 projects I have in the works. I'm currently in the process of reducing everything I own to approximately 150 lbs. of stuff and cramming my brain with as many Chinese characters as will fit because I'm about to move to China and teach English. And I wear slightly funny clothes as often as I'm allowed to.
I may daydream about what I might have done if life had been different, but I'm oh-so grateful for the way my life has turned out. Daydreams are one thing...and man, dollhouses and linguistics and crafts and theater are pretty awesome...but I am glad for the choices that brought me here.
What might you have done 'in another life'?