Fame

 
This week’s host for the Writer’s Post blog hop is Michele at Muses from the Deep and the topic is fame.

     There was a time in my life when I longed for fame and fortune.  Back when I graduated from high school and the whole world was my oyster I wanted more than anything to rush off to Belmont University, obtain a Music Business degree, and rub elbows with the industry’s elite.  I wanted to be rich and famous and drive a Lamborghini, seriously.  I wanted to be at the center of things.

      Once I got to college I got a reality check.  I realized that what really mattered more than anything else to me was my family and home. While the courses I was taking were interesting and exciting, I longed to go home.  After much soul searching and a period of growing up I realized that what I wanted more than anything for my life was not fame, it was a family of my own.  I wanted a husband who loved me, kids who adored me, and several fur babies to keep me warm at night.  I realized a life in the spotlight was not for me.

 

      There are examples in the media everyday on how the spoils of fame have changed people and how that same fame has made their life a misery.  They can’t go out in public without a camera in their face recording their every move or someone criticizing how they are dressed.  For a person like me that hates pictures of me, this aspect would be pure torture!  I like to fly under the radar going about my everyday business.  I keep to myself and as I look back, I always have.

 

    Fame isn’t for everyone.  While fame has its benefits, for me the cons would out weigh everything good I could hope to gain.  Fame can offer monetary gain and world renown while at the same time rob you of the very essence of self that makes you who you are until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.