After watching Jeff Bridges' Oscar acceptance speech, I decided it was time to finally see "Crazy Heart." I've avoided the movie thinking there was no way "The Dude" could make a believable washed-up country singer, but he did.

Walking out of the movie, I found myself feeling homesick for the country lifestyle and cheap whiskey. Each time I have that overwhelming urge to pack my belongings and move to the country, I talk myself out of it. I have no way of supporting myself in the country. I can't milk a cow to save my life and my tractor driving skills are shit. Obviously, living the life of a humble farmer is out.

This movie showed me what my true calling in life is. I need to become a country music legend.

Sure, I don't have any real musical talents, but neither does Britney Spears. I'd consider myself a success if I could accomplish just half of what she has without talent.

I know things about music. I grew up in the country, so I recognize exactly what country folk think of music:

1 » AC/DC rocks.

2 » Pop country singers are hacks.

I have no interest in being a country hack. I want to be a full-time songstress. A country singer my people will be proud of. This means I will not be the next Taylor Swift. She and I may share the same hairstyle, but that's where the comparison ends. I won't ruin country music like Tim McGraw, Keith Urban and Allan Jackson did. Nope. I'll use the talents of Waylon Jennings, Hank Williams, Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash and, of course, Willie Nelson to help find my inner cowgirl.

I'll be a true cowgirl. You won't catch me dead wearing a stupid "Country Girls do it in the Dirt" T-shirt. Nothing in my closet will have pink, sellout camouflage. I'll wear Justin boots, pearl snap button shirts and home-sewn flowered sundresses. Items purchased at the local IFA store will be my staple wardrobe items.

This should be an easy enough transition.

I just need to learn how to play a guitar, write music and figure out a way to rock a sundress and cowgirl boots without my legs looking fat. Next on the to-do list: buy a big truck, buy a horse and brush up on my riding skills. I think that's everything.

If Jeff Bridges can do this, so can I.

Sarah Nielson can be reached at snielson@inthisweek.com. Follow her daily on Twitter (twitter.com/sarahbellum) or read her blog (sarahnielson.com).