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Monday, June 10, 2013

I have a Dream of Knives and Words

My sister graduated Saturday. As I watched my little sister cross that stage to shake the hand of school officials and receive her diploma I was reminded of when I walked across that stage. The only thought running through my head was, "Please don't trip. Please don't trip. Please don't trip. Don't look at the crowd," (Even though I had performed on stage before being an orchestra student, I still didn't like the attention)

After that stressful part of the ceremony, after realizing that I was finally done, I thought about what life would hold for me know. No longer was I bound by the school structure. My dreams were there in front of me, just waiting for me to grab them.

Now, I haven't really achieved all my dreams yet, and some I probably never will. But that doesn't stop me from thinking of them from time to time. So, here are a few of my dreams:

Write a book- Always there. No matter what scenario I put myself in, I was always a sideline author or full time writer. Writing was always a part of my life.

Become a Zoologist- Sadly, this one was left behind in my childhood. But because I wanted to at one point, my thirst and love of the Animal Kingdom has never been forgotten.

Have a personal Library- I'm working on this one. I have a bookshelf overflowing, two totes under my bed, a stack in my closet, a drawer full, and random piles of books everywhere.

Learn archery- I don't mean with today's compound bows (they are ugly) but with traditional bows (longbow, recurve that sort of thing) I would also love to learn to throw knives/fence.

Travel the world- I've a pretty good start on this one, though I have yet to make it out of the country.

I have other little odds and ends I would like to do and see, but  these are the ones that I keep constantly in mind. If we lose sight of our dreams, then it seems like the world has grown dimmer around us. But with our dreams, even at the edges of our minds, the world seems just that much more bright.

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