My Dream Job

Blog Challenge Day Four: My Dream Job

The thought of my dream job seems like such a huge thing to consider .. Or maybe like it SHOULD be such a huge thing to consider. Anything. Anything at all. In the wide world of anythings!

Whew!

Astronaut or bold world famous activist? Olympic Curler or photographer for National Geographic? International reporter or traveling food critic? Flight attendant or CIA spy.

I overwhelm myself at the notion and possibilities. But when my head stops swirling with big glittery sparkly ideas I seem to always come back to the same thing.

I WANNA BE A RADIO DJ!!

And, man, I would be great at it. I would. ... Way better than a flight attendant.

Here's the thing ... I have always had a deep passion for music. Like almost everyone, music really moves my soul. In times when I had pushed my feelings so deep inside me that I was scarce to feel a single thing at all music was the vehicle that helped me bleed the system and come back to life. Music transports me. It is often how I communicate with folks. It is often now I learn about me.

And I have a HUGE personality. I have a personality that is best when not chained down but also best when it has bumper rails.

I have a real and genuine interest in the world around me and I'd love the chance to share my thoughts and ideas while encouraging constructive dialog.

I have NO problem pushing the envelope, pushing buttons and pushing folks outta their comfort zones. I believe it sparks change.

I'm a complete attention whore ... No shame, I am. But keeping this sparkler lit takes a lot of energy so it would be nice to have a venue in which I could let the flames rise for a finite amount of time and then have time to myself to recharge. I am absolutely no good without a certain amount of quiet time to simmer the volcano.

I speak real good. I'm actually well spoken and articulate when I need to be. Sometimes I even have something of substance to say .. That is coherent .. That is meaningful. Sometimes.

I want the chance to see if my voice is really sexy over the radio. Ya know, like all Stevie Nicks and such.

I want the luxury of not caring at all what I wear to work ... Unless I get to meet someone way cooler than me .... And then I'd (hopefully) have folks that could make me presentable.

I'm actually pretty funny. Well, at least in my own mind I'm good for a few laughs.

I dont like to miss the cool stuff. I love the idea of being connected to everything going on in the city I love. I adore the thought of being a part of the events that make my city so ridiculously awesome.

I have A LOT to say ... And it's best if folks are subjected to that in four hour chunks of time.

I have wicked awful instant karma ... So it's best if I'm physically contained in a small sound booth.

I want to play righteous amazing uber cool music ... And relegate the Ke$has and Biebers of the world back to gutter sludge from whence they came. No craptastic tunes allowed. Don't phone it in, man, bring it live and large.

So that's it. That's my dream job. Of ALL the things that I could be its the one thing that I imagine could get me out of the bed each morning cheerfully. I'd be great at it.
Some other folks might have a good time with me or at my expense too. And that's all good with me.