Do other people have these? Things you wonder about, wish you could experience/do/conquer, but know you probably shouldn’t?

One is a blizzard. I think I would like to be in one.  A blizzard.  I was caught in a blizzard in 2016.  It sounds cool.  I think I was in a white-out one time, for a few minutes.  I picture a blizzard as a bigger version of that.  A soft fluffy flurry of gentle snowflakes, enveloping you from every angle. I’m guessing since people are freaking out about the storm on the east coast of the US, that’s not an accurate description.  It probably would sand blast off my manicure.

Another thing I imagine experiencing is parachuting. Seeing the horizon, the curve of the earth, the landscape down below, all so soothing and at peace. But in reality, I know I would promptly crap my pants the minute I was out in the sky. That is if they could even pry my fingers off the airplane door. Or I would pass out. Or barf. Or all of the above. No, definitely all of the above.

I’ve also thought  a lot about acquiring a super-power.  Which I’m assuming is just one of those things you need to be born with.  Unless I get bit by something radioactive.  We do have a nuclear power plant, so that’s still a possibility.  But I only want a super power if I get to pick.  What if you wake up one morning, and it’s a crappy one?  Shooting lightning bolts out of your eyes.  Not so interested.  But having super-human speed, now we’re talking.  I could do all the housework in 1/10th of the time.  Arrive everywhere EARLY.  It would be glorious.

But finally, there is one thing I’ve dreamed about having, that I know I wouldn’t regret.  Singing on key.  Not just on key, but being able to really belt one out.   All the notes.  Like a pro.  Able to sing any song out there.  Although not to be a professional singer, I just want the ability for my own entertainment.   Wherever I go, just start singing  my favorites.  Who wouldn’t want to hear a cover of Enter Sandman during rush hour on the subway?  Magical moments, just waiting to be made.

Yes, something has inspired me to do a better job of writing things down to share on my blog instead of just writing diatribes in my head. No, I’m not talking about being prompted by a New Year’s resolution, those are ridiculous, and I generally forget what I have pledged by day 12. Why do we need to wait for January 1st to pledge change in our lives? What’s so magical about that day? Let’s face it, January 1st is for hangovers and recovery, not promises we’re going to break.

Actually, if you think about it, you should make resolutions on your birthday, technically, that’s when your individual new year starts. And is also justification for me wishing people, “Shnorhavor Nor Tari” (Happy New Year) on their birthday, because for some reason I can never remember the proper greeting of “Tsnundt shnorhavor” (Happy Birthday). Which is not all that incorrect. And kind of sounds the same. However, that’s my personal challenge to overcome. And ooo, a resolution! I’ll need to add that to my Armenian conversation practice flash cards!  Soooo, expect me to continue wishing you Happy New Year twice a year.

What inspired me was a Ted talk. Those little snippets of wisdom espoused by random people and then broadcast around the world on YouTube. Isn’t the internet wonderful? I remember when I had my first job at a bank, we would get dragged to seminars being presented by motivational speakers all the time. Would-be Tony Robbins. If you don’t know who Tony Robbins is, google him, he’s the guru of motivational speakers with more teeth in his head than humanly possible. Fast forward to present day, and viola. A million dollar industry is born. I know, only a couple million. That doesn’t catch your eye all that much until you consider that a non-profit corporation owns and operates Ted, with the top 5 employees being “compensated” in excess of 1 million dollars each. I’d be motivated!

So, the video I watched was a comedian talking about how he answered a spam email on a “business” opportunity, and kept the email chain going for weeks. Something I’ve done for my own amusement many a times. My favorites are the ones that throw in a title or two, “Prince So-And-So died and left you a bazillion dollars”. Because, who doesn’t want a bazillion dollars.  Anyway, his adventures in email spamland are the reason I will try to write more.  Happy New Year!