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<div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*AfrvmYKTlm7Xavu4)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="df30">‘What if,’ consumed my thoughts last month. Every year, when the renewal of my New York apartment lease is due, I can’t help but obsessively ponder that question.</p><p id="b1f5">If my husband had given me an inch, I would’ve taken a mile and fled back to Trinidad with him.</p><p id="039f">I would have immersed myself in the intense equatorial heat, lounged in the Savannah during torrential rainfall, and endured mind-numbing traffic to reach Maracas Bay. There, I would have explored its fabulous beaches, visited a side-of-the-road stand operated by an ancient local full of stories, and filled my NYC Public Library canvas bag with a dizzying array of tropical fruits and vegetables.</p><p id="8e44">I should have had a perpetu # Options ally sunny disposition, if …but …</p><p id="ce47">My husband did not give that inch, and I didn’t insist in a compelling and sexy manner, so here I am.</p><p id="009a">Instead of yielding to tempting island dreams, I choose to plunge into crevices that lead me further away from the path of my desires. It’s as if I’m trading the vibrancy of what could be for the safety of what is.</p><p id="9dbe">Maybe next year? Yes, we’ll rise into the ‘What if.’</p><p id="d04e"><b>© Scarlet Ibis James, 2023: All Rights Reserved.</b></p><p id="735b"><i>Thank you for reading and being a part of my journey through this world. </i>🦩</p><figure id="6145"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*q8UKWPXRKhBZEWfO153XYQ.jpeg"><figcaption>The author snapped this picture on November 4, 2023. Fruit stand on the way from Maracas Bay. S.I. James owns copyright and provenance, <a href="https://docs.midjourney.com/docs/terms-of-service">per Midjourney ToS</a>.</figcaption></figure></article></body>

Personal Essay | A Girl Can Dream

Someday My ‘What If’ Dreams Will Become ‘My Life, Actually’

Diving deep into Jesse Wilson’s ‘What If’ — this happened to me.

The author created this image with Midjourney. S.I. James owns copyright and provenance, per Midjourney ToS.

When I read this inspirational and action-igniting article by Jesse Wilson, it made me reflect on a recent conceivable pivot point in my own life.

What If

Reimagining life for true fulfillment and happiness

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‘What if,’ consumed my thoughts last month. Every year, when the renewal of my New York apartment lease is due, I can’t help but obsessively ponder that question.

If my husband had given me an inch, I would’ve taken a mile and fled back to Trinidad with him.

I would have immersed myself in the intense equatorial heat, lounged in the Savannah during torrential rainfall, and endured mind-numbing traffic to reach Maracas Bay. There, I would have explored its fabulous beaches, visited a side-of-the-road stand operated by an ancient local full of stories, and filled my NYC Public Library canvas bag with a dizzying array of tropical fruits and vegetables.

I should have had a perpetually sunny disposition, if …but …

My husband did not give that inch, and I didn’t insist in a compelling and sexy manner, so here I am.

Instead of yielding to tempting island dreams, I choose to plunge into crevices that lead me further away from the path of my desires. It’s as if I’m trading the vibrancy of what could be for the safety of what is.

Maybe next year? Yes, we’ll rise into the ‘What if.’

Thank you for reading and being a part of my journey through this world. 🦩

The author snapped this picture on November 4, 2023. Fruit stand on the way from Maracas Bay. S.I. James owns copyright and provenance, per Midjourney ToS.