Daydreaming

Sometimes I try to imagine what my life would be like if it were different.  That constitutes a whole lot of "what ifs," but nonetheless, I let my mind wander aimlessly until I settle on a plausible substitute for my life now.

For instance, if I had not become a teacher, then what?  Some sort of venture into the fashion world might not have been so far away, perhaps even writing or reviewing.  I'm no designer- there is no sort of odd creativity within me.  But when I watch "The Devil Wears Prada," I think, "Hey. I could do Anne Hathaway's job."

Then I go onto imagine an apartment for one in some city, somewhere.  Walking to work, waiting for crosswalk signs, small potted plants that I try to keep alive...that sort of life does not seem too far-fetched.

I do not wish for these changes.  But it's amazing where the mind will go if left unattended.