as the laughter died down and we paused a moment to compose ourselves, she asked "what would your dream job be?" she looked to me to answer first, and like every time when someone looks at me that way, waiting, demanding a response, my mind went blank and i couldn't think.
what do i want? what do i like? what am i? who am i? i nervously rambled on and on about "regular hours" and "something not really in the office all the time" but never really said much of anything. i heard my other friend say that if she could do anything she would have a clothing line, but she really did enjoy her current job in advertising sales so she had no complaints. i think n mentioned something about working in her current field, in social work and therapy, as she did like helping people. and m would make documentary films, though she hasn't quite narrowed down her subject. everyone had answered the question, and the the natural flow of conversation suggested we move on to another subject. and at this exact moment, i was able to gather my thoughts and i thought
'i need to get this out i need to say this right now, i need people to know who i am, what i'm thinking, i need myself to know!'
"I THINK I WOULD BE A WRITER."
the words hung in the air, taunting me. but not with ridicule as they had been before. this time challenging me to follow.
i immediately went home, giddy with the prospect of writing something, anything, no matter how shitty it would be. because when i write about my dreams in my blog,
they usually come true.
challenge accepted, universe.
xoxox
meags
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