I keep thinking lately that if my life were a movie we should almost be at the point where something wonderful happens. You know, things just seem like they are so bad and then that great thing happens that miraculously turns things around. It of course results in a happy ending. The “It’s always darkest before the dawn” type thing.
So obviously this is real life and although I’m sure there’s a plan for me somewhere, I don’t see it happening. But this brought up a very good bunch of stuff for my blog. What IF my life WERE like a movie? What would happen?
I’d get some sort of anonymous donor all of a sudden paying to send me to school. Then I could follow my dreams. If this were a movie, I’d know what those dreams were…
I’d have a trainer preparing me for my first triathlon using ordinary things. I’d be weightlifting family sized cans of vegetable beef soup and full containers of cat litter. I’d be running through an obstacle course made of hula hoops, carefully arranged dog poop, empty Cheerios boxes, and leftover siding. I’d be pulling a wagon loaded with all of the uneaten food from my house, which would be REALLY heavy (great training potential). I’d be forced to run up and down the playground equipment at the park over and over.
Just as I’d just given up forever on finding a job and threw myself into something else (most likely the chest high mountain of laundry on the back porch), the dream job would happen to come up on the job website. I’d decide to apply for one last job and get an interview. They wouldn’t offer me the job at first, but something miraculous would happen and I would end up getting an even better job because I impressed someone there… because they would think I’m awesome.
We’d break out into song at the most interesting moments. My daughter going poop in the potty would rate a huge song and dance number. I would finally get a job interview, and there would be dancers following me as I sang all the way there about how I was going to change my life. Dinnertime-you bet there’d be some sort of production. And everyone would like and eat the food too.
Somehow my schedule would miraculously allow me to do all kinds of work to prove the naysayers wrong. I’d be out there, pounding the pavement, doing something to make everyone who ever doubted me have faith in me again. Not sure what that would be, but I’d be proving them wrong.
My husband would be very romantic. You know, random flowers and stuff like that. I bet he’d be conscious too, unless it was a comedy relief type of thing, because unconsciousness can be very funny.
I’d have a better wardrobe (does the HD camera also add ten pounds?) And better hair. Much better hair.
I have pretty cute children anyway. I suppose they would be just as cute, and would say much of the same stuff they say in real life. Except my daughter wouldn’t poop her pants at the most inopportune moments, and my son wouldn’t eat his boogers.
I’d be giving up my blog just about the time a famous editor would read it. He would make great strides to try to find me and hire me to come to work for his company. Also, my fans would rally around my house begging me to return to what inspired their life: My blog. Oh yes, and I would have a lot of fans.
I’d have a lightsaber. I’d also have some sort of superpowers. And I’d be able to do that slow motion floating and turning in the air thing like on The Matrix movies. There’d be some sort of epic battle in my backyard. I’d win.
It would have an awesome, though eclectic, soundtrack.
Yes my life is definitely not a movie. If you’re willing to buy my story, however, we’ll talk.