On a daily basis, I come up with about a half dozen career possibilities that I think might best suit me. Twenty minutes later, it's been forgotten about. I've wanted to do everything from be a roadie for U2, or any band for that matter. I got the idea from seat E114 in Giants Stadium while at a U2 show. Watching these dudes that were my age - and definitely wearing the same size jeans as myself, meaning they had next to no meat on their bones - rolling amps and cases and cases of equipment off the stage, down a ramp, and out into the parking lot to load up and ship on out to the next show. 'If those skinny dudes can do it. I can do it.', I thought to myself, as I was quietly staring at the bee line going on down below as if I were watching a tiger sneak up on it's prey, wondering if they were just making it look that easy. I turned to my sister and said, "That's what I want to do! I wanna be a roadie!" She looked at me and laughed. I was serious. I lift plus size mannequins on a daily basis at work, for crying out loud. What makes me think I can't push an amp down a ramp?
Before my blogs ever came into the scene, I wanted my own fashion magazine. How I would even begin this idea was well beyond me. I didn't know the first thing about publishing, or anything of that sort. All I knew was that I loved to write, I loved fashion and art, and I knew about a dozen photographers who would kill to get their break. This dream quickly fizzled when I envisioned my puny fashion magazine next to something like Vogue and Bazaar on the magazine rack at Barnes & Noble. Pathetic.
I've been writing a short story, which, I would eventually like to try and publish. I'm pretty sure I gave you all a sneak peak in a previous post. (You might have to dig a few posts deep to find it.) I love writing. I always have, but never realized that I actually had some sort of talent at it until Hipster Sister happened. Thanks to YOU guys for giving me the compliments which, in turn pushed me to keep on writing blogs. Hopefully, someday, I can give you all something with substance to read.
I wish I could be some beloved poster child for one of the wittiest blogs on the web (without the stalkers and paparazzi). I adore bloggers like Rumi Neely of FashionToast - who gains closets full of loot and landed herself in magazines everywhere from Japan to the US. She's everywhere, but still somewhat underground. All because of her blog. I guess some people just have all the luck!
I keep wondering where it is I'll end up at the end of all of this hyperactive brain activity of trying to figure out where I fit. Something keeps telling me to collaborate with my friends somehow. I just wish I knew who. I have about a hundred friends in bands, friend's that are legit photographers, a friend who is becoming an environmental engineer (He's going to save the world when it falls apart. He's already looking into stock for Band Aid.), friends that work for major publicity firms (one in particular that reps Lindsay Lohan), and another friend who works for a post production company that deals with shows on Disney, Nickelodeon, and the like. (Maybe I can be the next iCarly? iAli? I like.)
Wherever I'm going to fit, I'm sure it's none of the above. Things have a funny way of working themselves out. I'm a firm believer that the people that are in your life, are there for a reason. I have a wide range of friends in some pretty solid lines of professions. Whatever it is I end up doing, I just hope that I can make some sort of difference, somewhere. Somehow. Sometimes I feel like I'm walking on the moon with these ideas I have. Maybe I'm just foreshadowing my future ...
Until next time ...
