When I Grow Up...

When I was in high school I was sure that when I grew up, I was going to live in New York City by myself for at least one year. Go to Time Square for New Years Eve. Be the voice of a Disney Character.... and go on one ridiculous shopping spree (those of you who know me, know I don't even like to shop). I was also going to run every morning- after reading my Bible, of course. And be an integral part of a homeless shelter. I was going to attend big events like balls and galas. Buy paintings for charity. And travel all over the world. Naturally, being a "motivational speaker" (whatever that is) allows for such a lifestyle. I was convinced that I would have time and money to weekly V05 Hot Oil treat my hair, shave my legs everyday, and always have pedicured feet. I was going to send loved ones handwritten letters- regularly. And read a book a week. I was also going to have a good chunk of my own book written. These are just a few of the dreams I had as a teenager...

Well, here I am, all "grown up", and I've come to terms with the reality that these things are never going to happen. I like looking back and seeing how our goals and ambitions have seasoned themselves to suit who we've become. New York City? Pa-lease! I would be so much more content with a yard and my own vegetable garden, right now.