Today’s post is the result of several wings and thoughts fluttering at once, but mostly it’s the expanded comment I left under Véro’s post asking us What would you do if you could do anything?
What would you do if you could do anything?
I’d be a detective – alas, not enough unexplained dead in Slovenia when I was growing up to build a career.
I’d be a writer if it came with a guarantee that I’m not writing in vain and somebody will actually read. I’d write about dark because dark I do well. I scare myself how well I do it.
I’d have an art gallery and sell mediocre pieces at extravagant prices because I’d talk the talk and people would buy it. Not lie. Just talk.
I’d manage people in order to make them, their loves ones, this world a happier place.
I’d stage bloggers’ meet-ups at hand-picked locations.
While the reality is that I do what I wish daily as it is, and today it boils down to fighting caterpillars and writing this post.
And I must be careful not to make it too long, because nobody reads long posts any more.
People do things in short bursts. More and more find it hard to watch a feature film through in its entirety. Not to mention a book. A rare hero follows through on promises made. A rare few commit.
It started by having to press the remote faster and faster: Boring! Next! Boring! Next! Hm… Boring! Next! Then I did away with the television and started choosing my own content.
Now sometimes it feels this is all I do all day: choose content that might make me content one day, not immediately. It may be films for my films-to-see list, places to visit for my Destinations Anywhere list, books for my books folder, music for my playlists, or blog posts saved to one of my million to-read folders.
I bookmark links like a hamster who would need to live to be 200 in order to go through it all.
Instead of watching a film, reading a book, going to a new place, or even listening to new music, I collect.
I used to say that I was gathering books for when the internet dies, but now it’s a question what will go first.
My guess is food, but then instead of learning how to grow it, I eat.
Before it starts sounding like a complaint, it’s not really. It’s more like an apt description and I thank Véro for making me think.
I do go around occasionally and search out some of the places from my list or completely different ones. Lately I do it with fellow blogger Flavia. Here is her post on our last trip with some more info than I can provide because she reads (and photographs) the tourist boards.
And now a compilation of twenty images from our four get-togethers since last Christmas, and chances are this weekend will be the fifth.
Where will we go? This is Italy. It doesn’t matter.