The yearbook from my senior year of high school is next to Miss Pretty Pink, mocking me from behind her maroon cover. It's been 15 years since I walked the hallowed halls of Warner Robins High School as a student, and the pictures therein contain no lies. There's me and Vicki standing side by side in the FBLA group picture. Why are Kelly and I laying all over each other in the Art Club picture? Oh, look! Here I am in New York City, showing off the faux Gucci watch I scammed while being all touristy with my Humanities/AP English class, strolling the streets of the Big Apple. (Nerds...we were all nerds. I admit it.) Wow...good times...I remember so few of them, embarrassingly enough.
Somewhere the middle of this photographic reminder of my Demon years (and just so y'all know, it was our mascot--I'm not referring to myself in this manner, as we all know I am an angel) an individual on the annual staff thought it was be hilarious to poll several seniors with trite questions such as "What's your worst dating nightmare?" and "What's the one important thing you'd share with your fellow class members?" Um...lame. Yet when I was asked what I'd be doing 10 years from 1993, my reply, as quoted in the yearbook, is "I will be teaching English here at WRHS, happily married, and RICH!"
No, I didn't.
Yes, I did. It's all there, in black and white. Preserved for posterity, and my utter humiliation.
Of course I'm not an English teacher at my Alma mater, nor a rich one at that. I must have counted on marrying JFK Jr. or something. What lofty aspirations! This is my high school legacy? What a way to be immortalized.
Can you say naive?
So I'm not an English teacher. I'm not rich. And I'm not living in Warner Robins, Georgia. Instead I find myself raising 2 little girls, loving a man who's so much like me it both frightens and delights my soul, and revelling in my little country life. If someone were to ask me today, "Where will be you be 10 years from now?" I can answer with pretty clear certainty: I'll be here, God willing, raising my 2 girls and loving the other side of me...the better side of me.
If I had to dream beyond the scope of my imagination?
This is what I'd say:
"Ten years from now? Wow, it's gonna be so brilliant! I'll be raising my 2 teenaged girls, loving my man, finishing my world-wide book tour (still can't believe it's a best-seller!), preparing for the release of the sequel, and securing the casting and soundtrack rights to the major motion picture that will be made of the first book. I'll have my beach house in Hilton Head and it will always be ready for fabulous girls-only weekends, complete with drop-in visits from Stephenie Meyer and Paula Deen. I'll take all my gals with me to LA when I appear on "Ellen," and to NYC for both David Letterman and The Today Show. My family and I will regularly venture out on "just-because" vacations to Hawaii and the cast of Lost will reunite for a 2-hour televised special entitled "Back to the Island," moderated by one little Mrs. Lula!"
And now, dear bloggy pals, I pose the same question to you: What will you be doing 10 years from this very moment? I always say that I dream big. It's the only way to go, people. So get fancy with me...share your reverie, please.