My resolution for 2013: Change “what if”‘s to “why not”‘s
I may have been a bit ambitious about my resolution and started it a bit early. ….but why not?
What if I decide I like to wear men’s clothing?
Why not, if the clothing is more comfortable and still manages to exude a somewhat put together look, then I’m going to rock it! I’ve decided I’m all about personal style lately, and mine just happens to be in the men’s sections. For some reason, I’ve noticed the quality of the product seems to be far more durable in a men’s version than women’s? …and I’d really like an explanation for that.
What if I apply to grad school?
…I’m still applying. Why not apply to schools all over the world while I’m at it?
What if I dance in the middle of the parking lot?
Only while my sister debuts her Nicki Minaj cover solo. There’s something invigorating about letting go of social norms. Why not use a parking lot as an imaginary stage?
What if I make a really dumb decision in the heat of the moment?
Why not live in that moment? These stupid decisions allow us to grow and provide entertaining stories for the future.
What if I adopt the mantra “try everything once”?
I will discover I actually like (fruity) beer, veal meatballs are really filling, and I still don’t understand abstract art.
What if I find a giant clearance canvas and decide to take on the challenge?
I’m not any sort of an artist, but why not put my emotions on display? I do with words, why not make it a little more abstract? Mysteriousness intrigues the soul, maybe I have something here?
What if I bake Dr. Seuss cupcakes just for myself?
Why not pull out the coloring books, Disney movies, and eat Dr. Seuss inspired cupcakes (especially if they’re made from scratch and topped with cotton candy).
What if I’m still figuring out what I believe?
Why not take the time to question everything. I will appreciate whatever religion I decide to believe that much more. My religion minor only left me with more questions than answers and I could not be more thankful for that. It has giving me a jumping point, a place to appreciate and scrutinize every question and belief. When I finally do decide what I believe it will mean that much more to me because I’ve personally searched it out and decided upon it.
What if I treat myself to a bottle of wine, cheese and chocolates?
Why not treat yourself like a princess (or prince), we all deserve it. YOU deserve it.
What if I abandon FM radio?
Why not let go of all the trashy fist pumping, whistle blowing, booty bumping music and discover that there’s more to the world than shining bright like a diamond (sorry, Rihanna…I’m really not into the whole diamond monopoly).
What if we randomly road trip to Chicago?
Why not, especially if you randomly stumble upon someone who is crazy enough to NOT think you’re crazy for suggesting such an adventure in the first place.
What if I risked everything and quit my job?
I did. It was a bittersweet goodbye, but I had to do it for myself. One thing I realized is the office cubicle will never be my ideal office. The world is too huge to be stuck in a 5 foot by 5 foot square box. I want to see the world and meet the people in it. I want to understand their stories and learn from their experiences. I want to tell them my stories teach them my customs and beliefs. I will not be bound by boarders or office walls.
In this world of uncertainty, one thing IS certain: we are given this one life and that’s it. That’s roughly 70 years if you’re lucky. I fully intend on using what’s left of my 46 years (again, if I’m lucky) to ensure I’m happy with what I end up doing; the future is exciting and I honestly don’t know what’s next but I’m ready and willing to fight for it. I’m not about to sit back and wonder “what if”.
What if I manage to find that one person who leaves me in a sense of wonder and awe?
Why not cherish those moments, but remember to move forward. If they do not move forward with you, then continue the crazy journey that is life. There is so much to this world that people neglect to discover simply because they are preoccupied by the wallowing of self absorbed sorrow.
Stop and smell the roses, feel the roses, cherish the roses because next season, those beautiful roses (or tulips) will be replaced by new ones.
A week into 2013 and I’m already baffled at everything that has happened…