Strange as it may seem to some, I have absolutely no desire to be any celebrity for a day. No matter whom I admire, the bottom line is I don’t have a clue about their lives, who they are, what they think and feel, their past, their fears, what makes them happy, etc. I only know the person I see on the screen, or listen to on the radio. I would never make the assumption that to be a celebrity for a day means I’d be living some lavish life filled with joy. It’s Russian roulette. I wouldn’t know what I was walking into. No, I’ll pass. I wouldn’t want to be anyone but me. No amount of money in the world would coerce me into trading my life for a day as a celebrity. For me, there is too much spiritually at risk. I might seem like a killjoy to some, but my choice is all about MY joy and maintaining that. Now if someone asked me what I would do if I had a million dollars to spend for only a day, then that would be an entirely different conversation. That would be far more exciting to me than becoming a celebrity. A wealthy life for a day without paparazzi? Oh yeah! I’d be all about celebrating me and a day of relative financial freedom.