Baa baa black sheep.

Today’s question comes from Melissa of Green Girl in Wisconsin. If you don’t know her, you should. Her tales of holding her own against Team Testosterone make me laugh, and she is a seriously good writer. Like, seriously.

Oh, and I’m dying for photos of her remodeled bathroom. Hint, hint.

Melissa posed the question, “If you had to move to another country and start a new career, where and what?”

Hmm!

My brother actually did move to another country and start a new career – twice. He moved to Ireland and became a bartender – and a darn good one, too. He is now incredibly particular about how to properly pour Guinness – that shamrock is for American pansies. And he moved to Wales and became a shepherd. It was lambing season, after all.

I have always been in awe of my brother’s ability to feel the fear and do it anyway. I was the kid who did everything she was supposed to do. He was the kid who did sort of weird stuff that everyone was secretly (or not so secretly) jealous of. Like ending sentences with a preposition.

So, if I had to move to a different country and start a new career … I’d move to Canada and become a rock star. Because I like cold weather. Canadians are nice. And I could be Canada’s female Dave Grohl. With less hair.

Or, I’d travel around Europe as a stylist/designer, which would be my official excuse to go junking in flea markets around the globe. With other people’s money. The joy is in the hunt.

Or maybe I should just focus on being happy where I am. Because it’s never too late to stop doing what you’re supposed to do and start doing what you want to do.