Where I want to be in 10 years

First, I think I have an interview for an ad-film making project with a team from Amsterdam, dayafter. I think.

But on other, more exciting news, I've been blog-hopping to dangerously unhealthy levels recently. Purely for lack of a social life. And for lack of E-company or better things to do. There's only so much of sitting home (which is in the middle of nowhere desert) and doing nothing a girl can take. So I decided to do nothing online, at the least.

Therefore, all I've really been doing is reading, looking for inspiration, writing, reading some more and writing some more. And, I'm going to admit very shamelessly, wishing I could write like:
- him, when he does write, or
- him when he makes the kind of observations that are so rarely made or
- him, with an imagination like a stretching sea of sand before a lone desert-walker.

(a lot of random blog-writers can be included in this list, but I won't go there.)

In the past week, I've come across all kinds of blogs. The professional type, the personal type, the rant-blog type, the poetry type, the boring type, the technical type, the nonsense type, the amateur type, the inspirational type, the terrible-writing-plus-bad-grammar type and a lot more. I've snooped into friends' blogs, friends of friends' blogs, strangers' blogs and unknown best-blogger-award-winners' blogs. I've seen the whole lot.

And I found my ideal life on one such blog.

I've read a good part of this blog and spent a good amount of time doing it. I did not analyse it. I read it for what it is and what it said about her, her family, her marriage, her friends, her life, her job(s) and everything else. It's frankly one of the few personal blogs I've liked so much. Isn't it AMAZING how someone can influence you and your life so much, without even realising it? (And it's even more amazing that my Wallowing theory actually seems to be working!)

The blog belongs to an acquaintance. Someone I've met just once and exchanged not more than 20 sentences with. If she were a fictional character, I'd want to be her and have her life and everything in it (almost) when I'm 30. Her talent, her intelligence, her take on things, her line of work, her home, her principles, her beauty, her wit, her humour, her courage, her dog, her marriage. I want (almost) everything. I'm sure when she has a baby, I'd want that too. I think I'd let her keep her husband, though. But I wouldn't mind marrying someone very much similar.

So that's it. That's what I have to work for. That's where I want to be in 10 years. That's where I very darn well be, in 10 years.

In these profound days of doing nothing, surrounded by nothingness, I'm rediscovering the happy-no-matter-what side of me. I've also come to discover the true me, in me. The hopelessly hopeful, hopelessly romantic and hopelessly positive girl in me. The ambitious, slighlty old-fashioned, confident, focused girl in me. The girl who knows exactly how, with whom and what she wants to be 10 years down the line(the where, as in location-wise, is still a mistery. I guess my nomadic tendencies will never leave me. Wee!)

So now, when some bald, mean-looking, well-spoken, well-dressed bloke sitting behind a neat desk at an office-with-an-awesome-view in my dream job place asks me where I want to be/see myself in 10 years, I'll know where to link him.


:)