I guess we all sit back and think from time to time, where would I be today? What if?.....
What if I did become a rapper after hearing Vanilla Ice and thinking, if HE can do that, I could too!
Well, I suppose I would have ended up just like him. Forgotten.
Rapping is certainly NOT my forte (in fact, I hate it...so no that wouldn't have worked out).
Perhaps I could've been the subject of a rap song?
Uh, bad idea.
I would hate to be given a bad rap.
What if my worth was put into actual circulation?
Would I be referred to as dirty money?
What if I had been the one to stand on a air vent and my dress had blown up to the sky?
Would I then be famous for my best "ass"-sets?
I cannot imagine that I would have ever been good at a life in crime.
Stripes are so unflattering on me.
So are robes. So bulky.
Nahh, I could've never made it as a jetti.
Perhaps I would've been a fashoin designer with my name considered a famous label?
Would people say, Giselle never looked so good?
Would I have made the fashion magazines?
And been the talk of fashion?
Would celeb's have been clamoring to be like me?
Would I be the tatoo on the abs of some guy named Beckham?
Perhaps I could've traveled far and wide and seen the world?
But not with luggage like that. I am far to delicate.
I guess at one time we all think, "I could've been president!"
Then I certainly would've had the big head.
What if I had walked on the moon?
I probably would've been lost in space...
What if I had been a tv star?
With my name in lights and face on billboards?
Would my billboards be only seen by cows?
Perhaps I could've be the next Mona LEIGH sa?
Would I have been admired and revered?
By both great cultural arts museums and copied by street artist.
Would I be then, be fully appreciated?
I guess the argument would be that art is definitely in the eye of the beholder.
I could've been the first female fighter pilot.
But I was born to late in life for that. Besides, I might be accused of having my nose up in the air or my head in the clouds. That's just not me.
What if my dance classes had paid off....And I was a showgirl in Vegas making the big bucks?
Would I be happy and fulfilled?
Probably not. I enjoy food to much, I guess one might say I just like to be filled. Thus, the outfits would not be forgiving. And I would probably have 12 kids anyway, if I walked around like that. Big Daddy can't afford 12 kids. And I haven't the patience. Wow. So glad that career didn't work itself out.
I have said it so many times, "the seas in me veins". I would've made a great pirate.
That, I am pretty sure about that.
But...my life was planned long before I came around. And none of the things were to be.
What I know for certain,
I was born to be Leigh!!
I am not famous, a part of history, or any of those things.
But I am appreciated by the man I love.
I am blessed to be married to Big Daddy, great provider, the CEO and director of my great career as a stay at home mom.
Mom of three great kids.
I can't imagine that life could be any better. I love how things work out like that.
But every once in a while, it's fun to dream.
I am so excited that some people have asked questions! I am going to give it a couple days to see if anyone can come up with more. If you missed it, I am doing a Q&A post. You ask the question, I answer. So, fire away! I am just happy anyone is actually interested. (sniff, sniff) Thanks!