Honestly WP? Hard pass.
I’ve spent half my life trying to survive being me. Why would I clock in as someone else for 24 hours like it’s a shift job?
People always imagine being rich, famous, powerful, beautiful… whatever their version of “better” is. But what nobody thinks about is this:
You don’t just get their highlights.
You get their anxiety.
Their history.
Their secrets.
Their coping mechanisms.
Their regrets at 3am.
No thanks.
I know how to operate this particular nervous system. I know where my cracks are, where my strength is, where my dark humor lives. I’ve already done the years of training required to be me.
Also, and this might be the most rebellious part. I’m finally at a stage where I don’t actually want to escape myself anymore.
That took decades.
If anything, I’d maybe jump forward in time to meet Future Me. Just to see if she’s as peaceful as I hope she’ll be… and to confirm she survived all the things I’m currently figuring out.
But someone else?
No.
This life may be messy, unconventional, and occasionally held together with sarcasm and stubbornness…
…but it’s mine.
And I’m not swapping it.
Mae 🧡
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