Mission Impossible

This is another sound in my soundtrack of life. The theme from the tv show, NOT THE TOM CRUISE MOVIES. (I just don’t like Tom Cruise and haven’t watched many of his movies.).

Whenever I “hatch a plan”… I get this in my head. Like it sounds so outlandish, that it’s what inspires me to move forward with it. Not that my plan is ever that outlandish… to some, maybe, but it’s always innocent for the most part. I mean, I clearly don’t try to break laws or anything like that.

No, it’s more like a “Barney Stinson” kind of thing, “Challenge Accepted.” Okay then! Let’s do this!

Whatever the idea what might be.

Never as looney as Barney’s plans were, but just the same … it makes me want to do it, whatever it may be.

This plan. Well, it involves me. Shannon. Slipknot. Corey Taylor. How, I have NO clue on how this is going to happen, but it’s fun trying to think of it. I’ve got months to work on it. Honestly, I know what it’s like to have a dream, and if that’s what Shannon wants, what the heck.

It will not involve hotel rooms. Or anything stalker like. (I’ve come to realize that my friends are confusing stalker with groupie/fan. I’m not a freakin stalker. They know this, I know this… but I need to make the world know this. I’ve never walked up to anyone’s house, or driven past it for that matter. Honestly, I’ve got better, more interesting things to do!)

When it comes down to it, I’m pretty sure that it won’t evolve into anything, but I have an imagination, and I like to think of silly things. I like to think more of a PG level, sitcom grade kind of things. Nothing that’s going to get anyone, into any serious trouble. And when it comes to acting on it… well, that’s a whole different ball game.

I’m a lot of talk, more talk than action in the past. The action that I’m working on is more on the life changing levels, and it’s too deep to think about all the time. This stuff keeps me young. I don’t ever want to lose the dreamer in me. DREAMER. Even if it is just a day dreamer most of the time. It keeps me young. If it comes down to it where the only thing I’m thinking about is the same thing I do day after day, I don’t want that! Dreaming about it makes me remember that there is still so much more out there that I haven’t learned about or seen yet!

Looking around, I know that when people stop dreaming is when they start to get old, and … unhappy. I don’t want that to be me. Even if I’m 97, I want to be dreaming about the Eiffel Tower or the Colliseum. Something.

Or petting my pet rock, calling it Max. Seriously, I’d rather remember what I did, and what I had, than … focusing on what can’t be changed, or worrying about what someone else did or is doing, or whatever. It keeps the focus on me, and what I’d like to see myself create.

As long as I can keep it real, what’s the harm. It gives me something to get my mind on what I can’t do right now. It helps me feel better.

Weird… Yes I am.

Have you ever seen the movie Up? I just pictured myself as that little girl.

Yup, that’d be me.

Have a great day!