What If I Had…

Sometimes I wonder if my life would be different had I made different choices. Would I be an intern with SurveyStud, Inc? Would I have a fabulous gay BFF and dominate the Houston Hipster scene? Would I have a purple dildo named Willie Nelson (Dont judge, I’m baring my soul.)

These questions linger in my mind from time to time. I watch SNL and the scurrying of the production crew reminds me of the production assistant job I was offered at 21. I recall a meeting with my new boss, Nola, and her team. The responsibility, the long work hours, the poor pay, the possibility of living a life I wasn’t sure I wanted: it was all too much for me. Nola never saw or heard from me again.

My gay BFF would have been a product of living in Houston. I often daydreamed of riding in a red convertible, top down, EMD (Eletronic Dance Music) blasting. The wind whipping my hair as if I’d pushed Beyonce out of the way and became the star of her video. The base of the beats pouring from the speakers, turning heads. But these daydreams never became reality.

After living in South Jersey for 2 years, uprooting my life and leaving my family behind once again became unfathomable. My gay BFF and I never had a chance.

As for my lost college love, I see his life playing out on Facebook and think of the choice I made my Freshman year. It was Bad Boy Justin over kind Erik, and I chose wrong. Or so I think. Sure, I wonder what could have been, especially now that I am single, 23, and ready for love and commitment. I ponder my life with Erik when I peruse the photos of his daughter, and think, how beautiful our children would be. But don’t we all reminisce when it comes to matters of the heart? Yes, we do. And could a different path have been better? Perhaps.

The only thing that is certain is that there are no guarantees. My choices, whether regretful or not, have led me to where and who I am today. They’ve taught me lessons I never even knew existed, which is why I am grateful for my path, even if I abandoned Nola, never bedazzled jeans with my gay BFF, and broke Erik’s heart.

Now, I choose to live in the present moment. I choose to leave the ‘what ifs’ and ‘shoulda, woulda, coulda’s’ in this blog and move forward with certainty that I am where I’m supposed to be. It is the best choice I’ve made thus far and I’m sticking to it.

Question: Do you ever think about what if?

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3 thoughts on “What If I Had…

  1. I think about “What if” sometimes. I used to think of it with the same nostalgia you expressed in the beginning of your article until I realized that the choices I made were a series of events impacted by some elements I am not completely aware. I now look back at the past to learn from the good and bad choices I made and use them to carry me forward to make better decisions in the future.

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  2. I don’t worry too much about what ifs. I’ve always had the philosophy that you do the best you can, have a decent plan, and if you aren’t happy with an aspect of your life, you should change it. I’ve moved around a bunch of times, each one has been energising and rewarding in different experiences. More recently my thoughts have been, I’m stuck, how do I get out of this one?

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