I’d be some secretly sensational diva-voiced singer. I’d get discovered singing at church and all the gospel greats would be after me. People like Kirk Franklin, Fred Hammond, Richard Smallwood, Darwin Hobbs, Yolanda Adams, Donnie McClurkin, etc, etc would all be longing to sing with me. And Oprah would be calling me up left, right and center. It totally would have nothing to do with getting monetarily rich. Just the chance to sing all the time.
I’d have such culinary talents that I could whip up anything from whatever’s in the fridge or cupboard, sans recipe book. The gourmet geniusness would just be oozing out of my pores. People would be practically begging for my suggestions and ideas. Again, nothing to do with fame or fortune. Just a chance to make healthy meals for all kinds of people.
I’d have the option of buying whatever I wanted. Notice that I didn’t say that I’d actually buy whatever. Even in my daydreams, I don’t want to get carried away. Rather, I’d just like to have enough cash at my disposal to not have to always hem and haw and bargain hunt for many things. I’d love to be able to call up an architect and say “build me a house”, then call up a popular & creative designer and say “go ahead, it’s your carte blanche”. I’d love to be able to walk into any auto dealership and say “I’ll take that one, please”. I’d love to be able to take a honeymoon with my Honey annually. I’d love to be able to go clothes shopping at my leisure. Most of all, I’d love to be able to help out some young folks who are trying to get a leg up in the world. Sometimes you just need a meal, a room, some books, a hand of some kind. I could do that without condition of repayment. Sounds better than a student loan.
I’d be a freelance writer with all kinds of people clamouring for my words. It’s not even about popularity or winning a Pulitzer Prize. But people would find my words inspiring or amusing (or both!) and just want to read what I have to say. Websites would be coming after to me to blog on their sites. Publications would want me to write articles for them. I wouldn’t have to advertise “blogger for hire”. Words would just flow as soon as I put pen to paper or keys to keybaord.
I’d be a fantastic preacher. I don’t mean pastor or clergy member. I’d just want to literally preach–give a sermon. I’m not too interested in the rest of the job. I’d be so connected with God that He’d give me the ability to write the perfect sermon for the crowd before me. I would speak with a holy boldness, not pussyfooting around today’s issues. Rather, I’d be unashamed to speak out against what’s right and what’s wrong.
Those were just a few of the things that popped into my head as I was putting Jamayia down tonite. Can ya tell that it took a hot minute for her to actually stay down in her crib? She fell asleep on my shoulder without problems. But for me to transfer her from shoulder to bed was a whole other story. Hmm…in a perfect world, I’d have a crib with automatically adjustable legs so that it’d be easy to transfer a sleeping baby from shoulder to bed.
Ahhhh, sometimes daydreaming can be quite fun.