Sunday Scribblings-What would you do?

Thanks to Megg and Laini for setting this up. This one is...random. I'm just feeling so shackled lately, so if I knew I couldn't fail, I'd just feel so FREE--to be a scholar, to write, to LIVE.

Like Megg, I did this one as a five minute timed write (which was all I could with the Madam's nap coming to an end).

"What would I do if I knew I could not fail"

If I could not fail, I’d be free to thunder through the earth, marking my territory like any jungle cat, words flowing like poetry and pearls from my mouth (only the swine appreciate them this time and ask for more).

I’d pack up a dollar bag full of paperbacks and fairy dust and toss some over my shoulder as I got on the plane to each new place—meditating with serene monks in China, haggling with street vendors for enlightenment in India, sipping coffee and talking revolution in France.

And when I tired of that, I’d laze—oh, I’d laze so much I’d ooze from the furniture, slide towards the bookshelf, and devour it through my open skull. I’d eat the genius of the world and drink all of the brilliance until my starry intoxicated eyes spun in time with the whirling atoms.

I’d be able to go back and forth in time—no more regrets. Enjoy it all with my mouth gaping open in laughter, and shoulders thrown back in confidence.

I’d write my words in six foot tall letters, in pink hallucination colors, on every bland surface of the world. I'd see the improbable around every corner, lthrobbing warm underneath grey business suits.

Until I curled in deep within myself, in warm cashmere hugs and honey tinged respect—diving into knowledge until I’m breathless with it. And then I’d have a Masters of Imagination, and a PhD in Exciting Esoteric Knowledge that would filter out every boring dust mote in the world and let my life shine sun-kissed and large.

I’d sing louder, spin faster, dance longer, love harder, learn deeper, travel longer, create miracles.

And people would pay to see me do it.