Something?

Sometime around the middle of last summer I got to thinking that I needed something else in my life.  I don't really know why since a family and a full-time job is typically plenty to keep a girl busy. We had just settled into our new house, and life was taking on a lovely stability. Still, I just felt like I needed something for me.  I saw how so many of my friends have something.  I thought about trying out for a local play.  Since fourth grade when I was not cast as Annie in the St. Patrick's school production, I have always visualized the redemption of me in a red wig, red dress and black patent leather mary-janes standing in the middle of a stage belting out "Tomorrow." Since I am 37, and there are probably no productions that cast Annie over 15 years of age because wouldn't work and it might be creepy, I knew that dream couldn't be realized. Plus I don't think I know how to act, so there's that.   I have tried running and have been sort-of successful, but I could never really love it. My typical running experience consisted of me thinking about when it would be over the entire time.  I think I ran faster so I could get it over with sooner.  I like to cook, and was briefly inspired when I saw Julie and Julia since her need for the nebulous something paralleled mine.  But while I like to cook, I am not passionate about it; I don't get butterflies from cooking. And then out of the blue, it dawned on me during one of the many summer Tuesday and Wednesdays mornings I spent with Leo and Bennett at Oaks Park's Chipper's preschool morning fun.  In the midst of the all-you-can-carnival-ride-for-6-dollars event, while spinning on the upside of the Tilt-a-Whirl, the world suddenly turned to slow motion as I saw the gleaming white hangar structure in Oak's Park parking lot. The hangar bears the bad-ass two-fisted logo of the Rose City Rollers. Bingo. There's my something.