If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

I’m late in the day posting this. I’d like to say it was because I was giving the question some considered thought – but truth is my wife was tidying the garage and I was on ‘take this to the dump’ duty most of the day.

However, while driving to and from the local tip, I DID ponder the question a little.

I mean, surely being a mega rich and famous sports star would be nice. But for just one day? Maybe it would be game-day and I’d not have the time or energy to enjoy the wealth and opulence my fame had brought me.

Or if I did have the time to appreciate the trappings of my wealth, would I, like so many have done before, disappear up my own backside? Would I become a brash, entitled so-and-so that the press would continuously hound, trying to dig some dirt or provoking me into an embarrassing fall?

Prime Minister or President for the day could be fun. Think of the chaos I could impose. But then, the present incumbents seem to be doing such a great job already, why change just for change sake?

A rock star with thousands of adoring fans? A famous writer upon whose every word millions of readers hang? Yeah, maybe.

But you know what? There really isn’t anyone I’d rather be than me.

I’m not the jealous type. I’m quite happy with my lot. And I do realise and appreciate I’ve been more fortunate than many throughout my sixty-seven years. But it’s been an interesting and exciting life so far.

I have a wonderful wife and two most excellent grown sons; a lovely home; I spent eighteen years walking in the countryside in the company of dogs .. and got paid for doing so. I’ve stared down the barrel of a handgun pointed directly at me in a bank raid; I’ve searched the stairwells and toilets of a large bank office as smoke from a raging fire engulfed the place; tended a dying woman in the street after she flew over the bonnet of my car, having been hit by the car in front; written and published six books; written for a national music magazine for six years or so.

Oh, and I’m one of the 8% to survive an Out of Hospital Cardiac Arrest.

Yeah – I’ve experienced lots that many people won’t. And I wouldn’t change it.

I’m comfortable with who I am. I mean, I wouldn’t say no to another few inches in height, but I can cope with the jibes about being vertically challenged.

And my nose!

Some folks like me, some (probably more than I like to think) don’t. So what? I can deal with that. There’s plenty folks I don’t take to – I’m sure they couldn’t care less either.

No – be yourself; trust yourself; believe in yourself; love yourself.

I love me – who do you love? 😉

(Not my real taste in music, I have to say – I just thought it was apt given the tome of this post.)

(Actually – it’s not too bad, is it?)