It’s something that crosses my mind in those fleeting, daydreaming moments, but I have never really sat down and thought about a number of dreams I have for myself and my family. Until today, that is.
I dream of:
teaching high school journalism and running the school paper;
having a stellar camera and taking some more visual editing classes. With the constantly new technology and the limitless possibilities, more classes can’t hurt;
being a college student for life. I can do without the boring assignments that keep me up all hours of the night and the tests, but I’d be happier than a pig in shit to sit through interesting classes for 8 hours a day;
doing freelance design work of some sort;
having at least one kid, no more than three;
be a stay-at-home mom at least until the kids go to school, maybe longer if it’s good for us;
having time and money to take real vacations AND go to Ohio a few times a year to visit family and friends;
having no debt except for house/car payments;
figuring out time management;
never seeing the 160s on the scale again;
making exercise a regular part of my life;
no more french-fry cravings;
having the job of Tom Hanks’ character in “Big” (you know, the playing-with-toys job);
having a chauffeur to drive me around Charlotte so I never have to deal with the traffic (because that’s more likely than my own helicopter);
being able to tell people what is on my mind without any consequences;
delicious, zero-calorie, zero-fat ice cream;
and Cedar Fair building Carowinds up to be the next Cedar Point.
Some of my dreams obviously conflict with other ones. But that’s the beauty of dreams, right?
