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 toBelmont 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.
If I was a super hero I wouldn’t be satisfied with just having one super power. I would simply have to have two because I just can’t make up my mind which one I would want the most. I would want invisibility and if allowed to have two super strength.
I would love to be able to be invisible in the real sense of the word. It would allow me to see things I wouldn’t get to see if I were truly there. It would allow me to go places and not have to worry that I look stupid or fat. I wouldn’t have to worry about saying the wrong thing. I would just go, people watch, and have the time of my life with no inhibitions. I would dance and mess with people that wouldn’t know what the Sam hell was going on. I would laugh myself silly. It would be so much fun! It would definitely be more fun than being present in the regular sense.
As you have probably figured out by now, I fear rejection in a big way. It is probably why I avoid things like class reunions, or classmate parties where I experience real panic when invited. I am terrified to go and have no one talk to me or care that I am there. I would give anything to go, be accepted, and realize I really do have friends from that period of my life. I am the same way with family reunions too. I will panic and make myself sick knowing deep down in my soul they really don’t want me there. Unfortunately that gnawing fear keeps me away. I avoid the drama and don’t go. With the power of invisibility I could test the water and appear magically if I felt I would be welcome. Fearing I wouldn’t be keeps me from even showing up. If I could be invisible I would be at the beach everyday in the summer enjoying the sand and surf so no one could see me and I wouldn’t have to worry about disgusting someone with my physique or scaring small children.
Since I am mostly home alone with a couple of kids, I would give anything to have super strength. There have been so many times that I have thought to myself if only I could just twist this damn lid off or lift that on my own. It would help me be even more independent than I am forced to be on occasion. I like being married, but I hate being here to handle everything that goes to hell in a hand basket on my own. My husband makes everything look so easy when he finally returns home and completes my honey do list in a matter of an hour or less after arriving. If only I had the strength and know how to handle it myself he could just relax and enjoy himself when he came home.
Obviously if I was a super hero I would never be caught dead in spandex. God forbid, I can’t even face the beach for fear someone might confuse me with a beached whale! I would opt to wear jeans, a comfy shirt, and tennis shoes and blend into the wood work because I’m that kind of girl until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
This year both of my kids participated in science fair. Both kids worked really hard on their projects and both did extremely well. While my daughter’s participation was mandatory with the results becoming a major part of her science grade, my son’s participation was voluntary. He wanted to do it as soon as he heard about it. I am very proud of both of them for their hard work and their accomplishment. My twelve year old daughter scored 96 out of 100 on her project, a solid A and to everyone’s surprise my son did so well he earned the right to take his project on to the district science fair.
Last night we celebrated at Pizza Hut with a delicious supreme pizza and mouth watering to die for cheesy bread sticks. I know, not exactly on my diet sheet but it was a special occasion after all! A few slices of heaven covered with cheese isn’t going to kill me as long as I don’t do it everyday. Screw it, I was out to enjoy myself. We came home in high spirits and my daughter taught me how to do the pony dance. It was seriously too much fun! I laughed so hard I almost peed in my pants!! It was a great night, and now we can look forward to cheering on my son at the district science fair. Instead of having the science fair behind us, in February we’ll be doing it all again when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.
This week’s host for the Writer’s Post blog hop is Michele at Muses from the Deep and the topic is fame.
