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General Ramblings on Dreams

My goals in life have little to do with the traditional American dream. You know the line from "Girl, Interrupted" when the principal says to Susanna that she has the distinction of being the only senior at the school not going on to college? That was me. It's difficult to have brains and social skills and try to justify why you have no desire to go to law school or at least get an MBA. It doesn't make sense in the minds of most Americans.

All I've ever really wanted is a family and the ability to write. Ideally, I could earn a living from the writing because my fantasy involves writing in places such as Medieval cathedrals and Mexican beaches and sitting on top of the Appian Way. But the fantasy doesn't exactly match of the reality, and I'm drained by my life. I don't like having to search for inspiration.

There's a piece of my soul that is suffocated by the stuff in my life. I mean literal stuff. Dresses I haven't worn in 10 years. Books I've never read or aren't useful enough to read again. A dozen computer cords and wires. These baubles weigh down my spirit. I cannot shake the feeling that I need to simplify and get myself back to my core values of family and sharing and experiencing LIFE...not THINGS.

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Christy said…
I can identify, to be sure! I don't even have a four-year degree! I always feel like I should be saving the world or something....but it isn't what I want to do. My husband says I'm saving the world one cake at a time. But my life doesn't even afford me time to make cakes right now.
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