Sometimes when I am all by myself (which is very rare), i get to think about how different my life would have been if i didn’t choose to be a domestic Supergoddess. Not that i don’t like where I am — because i chose this path to begin with– but surely there are times when i wonder what my alternate reality would have been like.
In my alternate world, the alternate Me is probably… a Victoria’s Secret model.
Okay, so that’s too much. Let’s be more realistic this time. In my alternate world, the alternate Me does tv ads and photo shoots, patiently goes to “go sees,” and is about 5 pounds lighter. Maybe alternate Me is dating a tall, hunk of an Italian… or a younger guy… (whoever’s hotter)… Alternate Me lives on her own and travels to other countries at will to go shopping…Alternate Me has a long line of suitors, all waiting for me to dump hot Italian guy (or hot younger guy)…
Of course, Alternate Me is a spoiled brat who couldn’t live without a helper, a cook and an assistant (think Gossip Girl’s Blair), so I have to have those… or better yet I live in a hotel so i’ll perpetually have room service and a butler.
Alternate Me loves to shop… wears pretty dresses, and is not afraid of showing some skin. Alternate Me is also more sociable, parties every weekend and has gazillion friends. Alternate Me is the life of the party and is not a stuck up witch.
Everybody just loves Alternate Me…
… and for some reason, my idea of my alternate world is turning out to be shallow and senseless.
In MY reality (the real Me), i don’t have an Italian lover — nor a boy toy. I don’t get to do stuff on my own much anymore… I hardly go clubbing, and though I am nice to people, I choose my real friends. I like shopping (my stress reliever), i don’t like long drives, but I do love staying at hotels. I don’t have a full time helper nor an assistant (goodbye, Blair), but I have a driver (who’s so big that he can double as a bodyguard).
In MY reality, i’d rather have a quiet night with a book than go to a party. Maybe i still have a string of admirers hiding somewhere, but they are doing a pretty good job of hiding… I used to want to appear in tv ads (and i did some in my previous life), but now I would rather write a book.
I don’t have the supermodel body, but i can say i have the right curves at the right places.
Right now I can say that I am happy where I am. I may not be a Victoria’s Secret supermodel, but i believe I’m the best Supergoddess Mom to my Super Son. That is achievement enough.
Besides, being the Supergoddess in a Victoria’s Secret lingerie isn’t all that bad. It’s not bad at all…