Forward Thinking
What to do, what to do...
Recently, thoughts of where I want to live and what I want to do have been making themselves at home within my mind.
It was so easy (maybe it still is) in the past. I knew what I wanted and that was it. Now, other factors have entered the equation...Factors that I don't want to be a part of: insurance, house payments, liability, etc...The scary things!
I almost reconciled myself to the idea of moving home and working until I was able to go and do otherwise. Moving back to Montgomery has always been the one thing that I have tried to avoid; And as much as I love my family, I crave variety.
I realized today that the desires I have had all of these years are still as strong, if not more so than they were before. It is inevitable. The city is calling my name. Maybe it's the actress in me, but for some reason, I want to be addicted to coffee and have an unending supply of sunglasses. Somewhere there is an empty loft, waiting for me to fill it with life and modern art and at least one sculpture of something abstract that other dramatic people will come stand in front of and stare at, finding the meaning within the curves and textures that make it what it is. I will pretend to be deep in thought, knowing the depth of the brilliant piece; but inside, I will giggle at the reality that the sculpture is just a junk treasure that I found of the side of the road and made into a cheap decoration to fool people into thinking that it is something to be seen and understood. I want a zebra hide rug and a tree trunk coffee table. I will have a studio full of wonderful fabrics and rich colored dyes. I will listen to classical music and wear all black and create masterpieces that will sell to a select clientele. And when I get bored with being that person, I will play Buddy Holly and pin my hair back with a paintbrush and wearing my overalls, I'll go barefoot down the hall and call my mom and tell her (ask her) to throw some burgers on the grill, I'm comin' home.
What to do, what to do...
Recently, thoughts of where I want to live and what I want to do have been making themselves at home within my mind.
It was so easy (maybe it still is) in the past. I knew what I wanted and that was it. Now, other factors have entered the equation...Factors that I don't want to be a part of: insurance, house payments, liability, etc...The scary things!
I almost reconciled myself to the idea of moving home and working until I was able to go and do otherwise. Moving back to Montgomery has always been the one thing that I have tried to avoid; And as much as I love my family, I crave variety.
I realized today that the desires I have had all of these years are still as strong, if not more so than they were before. It is inevitable. The city is calling my name. Maybe it's the actress in me, but for some reason, I want to be addicted to coffee and have an unending supply of sunglasses. Somewhere there is an empty loft, waiting for me to fill it with life and modern art and at least one sculpture of something abstract that other dramatic people will come stand in front of and stare at, finding the meaning within the curves and textures that make it what it is. I will pretend to be deep in thought, knowing the depth of the brilliant piece; but inside, I will giggle at the reality that the sculpture is just a junk treasure that I found of the side of the road and made into a cheap decoration to fool people into thinking that it is something to be seen and understood. I want a zebra hide rug and a tree trunk coffee table. I will have a studio full of wonderful fabrics and rich colored dyes. I will listen to classical music and wear all black and create masterpieces that will sell to a select clientele. And when I get bored with being that person, I will play Buddy Holly and pin my hair back with a paintbrush and wearing my overalls, I'll go barefoot down the hall and call my mom and tell her (ask her) to throw some burgers on the grill, I'm comin' home.
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