I'm a dreamer

Do you ever just feel like not being funny? That's how I feel today. I wanted to write a funny post because well, I'd like to keep my blog sort of light and fluffy. But nothing funny is happening--at all.

So lets talk about dream chasers. That's what peanut and I are, dreamers. (Please feel free to pick up a glass of wine and listen to "Imagine" while reading)

He dreams of rock star status to the point it consumes him. His passion for his dream is awe inspiring and is unfeathered by obstacles. He has picked up his life and moved it a couple hundred miles south in pursuit of a dream. No one knows if he will succeed, but he does. He doesn't have a choice, there is no plan B.

I interviewed a few models not long ago and while most of the interview was umm...lacking brain cells. One of the models said something very wise. He said (not quoting, but this was the gist), if you give yourself an out, you will take it. Granted he was talking to another model who was working on a PR degree and that was her plan B, but whatever. Think about it, if you give yourself an out, you will take it. How true is that really? Peanut doesn't have a way out, so he doesn't have an option--he has to make it.

What about me? I dream of being a writer, a big time one. I dream of making people feel something (anger, happiness, hope, sadness) anything using words, my words. But, I have a plan B. It's called school and it's what this generation does when it doesn't know what else to do. As long as I stay in school, it's okay that I'm a waitress/bartender. I am set to graduate with my master's after the summer and my thought process is that if I don't have a job, I could just go on to get my doctorate. So then, after that, I will be 30-years-old and still not have a career.

But no. No more school. Time to join the world, well after the summer anyway. Hopefully, I won't get stepped on if I fall. And if I do, maybe they won't be wearing heels.