Jenny McNiven - 30's Female, Contemporary Women's Fiction Audiobook
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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I wonder constantly about what my Ted talk would be like if I was ever important enough to be honored with 20 minutes on the Ted stage with a microphone and a captive audience. What would I say to them? I pictured in my head and man, it's glorious. I look like a hotter, more successful version of myself, someone who's really got their **** together. So not me at all. As I drift through an endless landscape of scrub rock and dirt, all washed of color and life by the recent chill of winter, I gazed blankly past my cruise control light on my dashboard and across the road ahead. Not really seeing the world in front of me in my head. I am on the stage, planted firmly and surveying the audience with a look of determination in my eye. It's my one moment on the stage manager is saying Go. My Ted talk begins to take form and it starts something like this. I was a 31 year old failure, a jack of all trades master of none. I wanted to do a million things. I wanted to be a million things. Yet, as I grasped for these dreams. They Onley seemed to get farther away, leaving me stuck in quicksand and sinking fast. I knew there was more in me than my mediocre existence had proved so far. I knew there was a song in my heart that needed to be sung, but I was clueless as to how to translate its notes into music. The world was asking for a chorus, and I was still in the first verse. This was not the life I had imagined for myself. This was not the girl I was supposed to be. Impotent, uninspired, lazy, aging, lonely past her prime and going nowhere until one day I looked at myself in the mirror and decided to reject life's current offer and hold out for something better. Do other people imagine what their lives would be like if they could be special? If they could be something other than what they are? I think of a line from thorough that is tattooed on my brain. The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. My mind wanders back to the stage, but this time I'm in the audience, leading to far forward with my notebook waiting for someone to tell me what to do, How to exist. Will I ever feel like the first girl and not the second. And then I hit the cow. I am spinning in space and the world is deafening. And there's blood on my windshield and I briefly remember that I am a vegetarian and then there is nothing.