AND OTHER SUCH QUANDARIES
‘What if brussel sprouts were made of chocolate?’ read my advent calendar as I ripped back door number 8 this morning. Well, life wouldn’t be all that dissimilar, but Christmas Dinner would certainly have some added excitement.
Without reflection of what Cadbury were secretly instilling into me, I dismissed the question and scoffed down my Santa head but before traces of chocolate had even left my mouth, Cadbury’s clandestine plan had set into motion and I had begun pondering a whole host of what if’s.
What if I were married to Ryan Gosling?
What if I had the wardrobe of Alexa Chung, the legs of Kate Moss, the money of, well any of the above? What if I didn't (still) live in a depressing flat share? Would I be happier if I had everything I ever wanted?
Who knew advent calendars were so deep, hey?
Re-wind 6/7 years and should I have achieved everything I ever wanted, I would now be living in a dreary northern town with my overweight, rocker companion, running a run-down, but unbearably cool indie bar. Unfortunately, none of the above were intended ironically.
Oh the beauty of maturity.
If I were forced right now to say where I’d like to be in another 6/7 years, the truth is, I couldn't really tell you. Although having Alexa Chung’s wardrobe and spending my evening’s with Ryan Gosling doesn't sound too shabby!
But if the beauty of hindsight (and Nicole Sherzinger) have taught me anything, it's to be careful what you wish for ('cos you just might get it) so as long as I do not regress and become a version of my teenage dream, I think I am relatively content with not knowing what the future holds.
To quote Tim Canterbury “I think it was John Lennon who said ‘life is what happens when you’re busy making plans.’ But he also said ‘I am the walrus, I am the eggman’ so I’m not sure what to believe.”
That’s my philosophic input for the year.
What were your what if’s 5 years ago? And what are they now?