I will not win the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Instead, I will become a migrant, marijuana worker in Durango, Colorado.
I will not win big in the lottery.
Instead, I will teach sign language to chimpanzees in the wilds of Burundi.
I will not have my winter wonderland themed dream wedding.
Instead, I will break a world record for hula-hooping for eight minutes with 5,327 people in Bismark, North Dakota.
I will not live in New York, New York.
Instead, I will join an animal-free circus travelling Europe and learn face painting and sword swallowing.
I will not wallow in missing you.
Instead, I will forget you.