My legs were always my 'thing.' You know, the one part of your body that you didn't loathe at 17 (when really, in actual fact, at 17 most parts of a girl are pretty damn good.)
So I was having one of those silly conversations with my husband about this (the kind of convo that husbands don't really enjoy, but are willing to humor you in if you're not offended that they're watching Jon Stewart at the same time.) I complained about the sheer injustice of the fact that most guys aren't really into legs. He laughed out loud, and said Well you can't DO anything with legs!
Hmph. Well, said I. In my next life, I'm going to have stumpy legs and a prize winning rack. [Crude, I know. I don't quite believe it either. And here she's supposed to be an inspirational blogger? What's in the water at the Yellow House?]
I decided that as part of my Independence from the tyranny of What If, it is time to name all that I want for my Next Life, to allow me the freedom to love what I got in this one. So.
In my Next Life I will:
:: be petite, brunette, and have beautiful long curly hair. Fine - I'm going to look like my sister in law. [Actually, if I were to look like any ONE of my 3 sisters-in-law, it would be a great Next Life. But that's a whole other post.] [I digress.] ::
:: go to law school ::
:: take the trip to Thailand, Laos & Cambodia with my oldest friend after college ::
:: ask out the guy in my Critical Thinking class [if for some reason I find myself spending a semester at the University of Maryland AGAIN in my Next Life] ::
:: do the Ironman - and tear it up ::
:: stick with piano lessons, and skip cheerleading ::
:: live in New York City. And then in London ::
:: embrace my inner goth and wear all black ::
:: wear bikinis more often (see first point) ::
:: worry less, act more ::
:: never attempt scrapbooking ::
:: drink Scotch and eat lobster ::
:: subscribe to the Economist and nod sagely whilst deep within its pages ::
:: not waste a day wondering What If ::
:: have stumpy legs and a prize winning rack ::
Of course, it is entirely possible that in my Next Life, I will be a stinkbug. Or a skunk.
So what about you?? What's on YOUR Next Life list? Go on, just give me one. I'll even let you watch Jon Stewart whilst you're thinking.