Tuesday, April 27, 2010

What do you wanna be?

I guess I always wanted to stand out.

In my lifetime. . . I've wanted to be many things:

A writer.
A travel agent.
An artist.
A secretary. (No, really.)
A cashier.
A mother.
A wife.
A singer.
An actor.
A dancer.
Famous.

Lately, I've been tapping into the wants and dreams of my childhood. I wanted to be a dancer, well, I did dance. For 12 years. And that's a big deal. Maybe I didn't become one as an adult - but I can certainly cross it off my list.

I've planned trips - even ones I didn't attend, purely because I get a kick out of it.

I am a secretary (and no, I'm not entirely sure what I saw in it as a kid. Maybe I knew I'd struggle as an actor and need it to pay the bills and was just pysching myself up for it. Good job, young Patty.)

I write all the time; I've published articles, put up sketches in shows and wrote a play and saw it on stage!

I was, for a brief period of time, a cashier at a gift shop for an art museum. I was around art and beautiful things, and I still miss using a cash register. I don't know why I loved it so much. It was probably all the beeping and cash handling.

I act (several nights a week) and I sing... every second of the day. Flash to lunch this afternoon:

Me: "Hey pretty baby with the high heels on..."
Roberto: Not again! Still?!? You sang that song ALL last week! The pretty baby is gone now. She's walked away in her high heels!

I'm a good friend. I'm not a wife yet (thankfully) and as far as being a mother... when the timing's right.

I'm not famous, but I'm happy. I'm not reaching for fame. If it comes, so be it. I'm only 24. And somehow I've accomplished nearly everything I dreamed of as a child.

Except for the husband of my dreams. It was Brad Renfro... who unfortunately died of a drug overdose. Well, we can't have everything.

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