Dreaming Into an Alternate Reality

Last night, I dreamt that I was the current me, but in my 18-year old body.  Adventurous as always, but with a sense of confidence.  A glass-half-full risk-taker who could be swept up in the clouds without a drop of guilt or paralyzing self-doubt to stop her.  Basically, my dream was a year 2000 chick flick without the ugly drama.  I woke up feeling all warm and fuzzy.  Over breakfast with Edgar, I got to thinking:

Had I really lived this current phase of my life 15 years earlier, who would I be at my current 33?  Would I have continued down this same path of confident risk-taking to become some sort of local hero or B-list celebrity??  Or would I have grown out of the optimism and adventurousness only to decide that I needed to finally “do things right” (find a steady job, settle down, etc.)??

Hard to say, but definitely interesting to ponder over club sandwiches and coffee…