On the 31 January 2001 I wrote this in some journal type thing: “I am so full of dreams and desires for my life. I can’t make out what anyone points to and I find that a bit scary. I know for sure there are many things I want to accomplish but I can’t find the specific, right thing. I want to help people. I want to learn different languages and tap my talents. I want to learn to dance and to cook and take art lessons. I want to be known. I want passion, I want adventure. I want culture and history and sometimes, I’ll want stability. I want to experience life. I want to be a teacher. I want the right the wrongs. I want to kick some druggie butts and put kids in their places. I want a house with a swimming pool. There must be trees and I’ll grow herbs and flowers. I want a husband who is like me, but at the same time very different. He must be hard working, honest, intelligent, ...
living life intentionally