On Thursday, I got semi-bored and while I was mindlessly surfing the internet, my mind wandered to my recent handbag post and it got me thinking about the What Ifs in my life. As this is a beauty blog, I don’t talk much about myself here because I ramble a lot in my personal blog…but some of you may not know my story about how I came to Australia…
It seems weird because back in Scotland, it appeared that I had everything. (I am such a bragger! *rolls my eyes*) I had my family and friends with an amazing social life. I had a fantastic job in one of the most prestigious dental practices in Glasgow. I had my yellow car. I had my brand new apartment and it had the most gorgeous white leather couches. I was a gym bunny and I had 3 wardrobes full of size 6-8 clothes that I could fit into! Okay, I didn’t have a man (but I wasn’t short of offers) but I was actually really happy being young, single and free. So what happened?
I gave everything up.
I came to Australia on a working holiday visa. I knew nobody in Australia. Nobody! I had never been to Australia before. Never! Well, one fine day, I met my Melbournian husband-to-be on Manly Beach in Sydney (where he was there for a weekend getaway) and somehow, we got married after 180 days of meeting each other! Crazy – yes! And that is why I am now stuck in Melbourne in the ‘burbs with no job, no mo-honey, renting a unit and eating my way to a size 12!
What if I hadn’t quit my job and left Scotland behind and come to Australia??? I wondered what would have happened…here is what floated into my mind…
I would still be working away so I would, most likely, be spending money left, right and centre.
Since I previously chickened out of buying a Chanel handbag, I’d eventually psych myself up to buy one. I would no longer wear el cheapo Primark jackets and upgrade to more expensive coats. Of course, I would still be wearing the classic LBD, but I would definitely ditch my mouldy bras and wear Agent Provocateur. I would learn how to pronounce Louboutins and own a pair. I would think about Tiffany’s diamonds but wait for Mr Right to come along and gift me some bling. As for make-up, nothing much would change – I would be a fan of Shu Uemura eyelash curlers, Lancome mascaras and lipsticks and so on.
All that stuff sounded so good…until I realised that if I hadn’t come to Australia, I wouldn’t have met Mr Right…and I also wouldn’t have started this beauty blog. Noooo!!
At this point, I stopped wondering about the What Ifs and started playing with my lipstick collection and found a beautiful red lippie.
Moral of the story : There isn’t a moral. It’s like that movie Sliding Doors. You watch the entire movie and then wish you could get back the precious 99 minutes you wasted watching it. And then you’ll have the Aqua song “If Only I Could Turn Back Time” stuck in your head for the rest of your life! Instead, you’ll read this post, scratch your head and wish you could get back those 5 precious minutes you took to read this…and then you will have that Aqua song playing in your head.
Share your “What If” story. What if I hadn’t published this post? What would you have been doing instead of reading this??