Do you ever wonder what other paths your life might have taken?
Sometimes I think back about the choices I made career wise, and daydream the what if’s.
In one life I’m a costume designer for the opera or stage, working on grand ball gowns, with dress forms, and luxurious bolts of fabric. I’d know how to cut a suit, and understand proper tailoring. I’d use my creativity to dream up whatever the demands of the stage required, landing anywhere between minimalist and surreal.
If I’d been born to inherit wealth, I would have spent my days volunteering instead. I would still want to work, but do my part to affect the world directly.
In another life I’d have studied anthropology or sociology. I might still be at the university, or have moved to another country, or simply traveling the world learning about different cultures. In this life I might have wound up a professor, quite happy to be consumed by research on human interaction, and teaching.
Or I might have been born into the circus, and grown up with a peculiar skill set possessed only by those trained from childhood. I could bend and flex as if I didn’t have bones, and do one handed pushups. I’d audition for the Cirque du Soleil and hit the road with that huge extended circus family.
I might have also been happy starting a handcrafted business. I can sew like nobody’s business, and have been making things for years. I was on this path once, and shut down a fairly successful shop, but sometimes I still wonder what would happen if I went way again.
Funny though, in all these lives I never considered not writing. Even in my daydreams, I’d still write if I could. That is the one constant.
In another life, what might you have been?