When I was in college my friend
Lacey and I were planning a night out with some friends, which included boys
that were totally interesting to us. In our typical over analysis of
ourselves I declared I wanted to be more "intriguing" and she wanted
to be more "outgoing." So we decided to spend that evening trying to
be those things. I would not shout my opinions at anyone that would listen, like
usual - to instead increase "intrigue" - I had plenty of mystery in
me, I just needed to try it. And she was not going to let the other person do
all the talking and instead really put herself out there in a more
"outgoing" way. She is brilliant, and well-read, and so funny, and wonderful so there
wasn't a lack of things for her to contribute - she just had to say it.
The result
was predictable to probably everyone but us - we were stinking miserable. I
worked all evening not to explode with my thoughts and keep up the intrigue, and she looked like
she'd been pushed out on to a stage with no routine planned.
After that
boondoggle of an evening we decided we were who we were, for better or worse,
and frankly we wanted a boy that wanted us for us. Thankfully we both have that now.
This card hangs in my office and seriously gets my butt in gear every time I read it, which is almost everyday. |
The truth is
I would love to be a Senator, or a professor, or run a successful company, but I also want
to work from my home and wear pajamas and sew poorly constructed gifts for my
loved ones, and write happy and vaguely unprofessional emails to my friends.
It's tough to be a Senator if Uggs are your chosen footwear I would
guess.
This may
sound totally shitty to a lot of you - so I am sorry in advance. But
sometimes we are who we are. And even though I work to be better at who I am all the time there is a point where I may not ever
be certain things.
Being a good
and responsible person is a necessity - no free passes on that, and that is not
what I mean in this instance. None of this - "I am
not good at not saving any money so I will just buy whatever I want - he he he," crap.
Not a great Senatorial campaign platform. |
However, there is a
real solid chance that I may never be Senator Alexander from the great
state of Florida and co-chair of the Environment and Public Works committee.
And I am definitely keeping my
options open, but it's also not bad that I know that I like to get in bed early
and I like to be with my family a lot and I would get nervous if I was
interviewed on TV about why I voted a certain way for something and I would
make some kooky joke, because I am a tad informal and I'm pretty sure no one is
looking for a quirky, highly emotional, sleepy, creative Senator. "New
Girl" as a Senator? Probably not.
This is my own - long winded of course - version of this same idea. |
OH! One last thought. Jackie Kennedy painted her whole life and every
year she painted her mom a picture and every year her mom replaced the previous
year's painting with the new one and hung it lovingly inside her clothes
closet. Has anyone ever been to an art exhibit of Jackie Kennedy's art
work? Nope. Buts she painted anyway, not to become a famous artist, but just for the joy.
So, just to
wrap this up - It's good for us Tired Girls to WANT big things in life, but
it's also good to work with what we got. Lacey and I, back in the day,
worked with what he had and had a perfectly great college experience. I wasn't
very intriguing, but whatever.
Any semi-dreams you have realized, lately, aren't for you? What a question.
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