Dream realization

No, not my dream about pink scooters last night, I have no idea what the heck that meant. But real dreams. At age 28, one month after my 10 year high school reunion I have realized just what a badass I am. I've accomplished most of what I set out to in my short little life. What this means is far more important than bragging rights--it means that I can accomplish whatever goals I set for myself next. Let's take a look:

-Travel. Somewhere along the lines I decided I wanted to travel. I feel that urge constantly (and am currently dreaming of a trip back to Baja and to Central America) but I've done pretty good so far. Mexico, Costa Rica, Panama, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, and 20 countries in Europe. That list is a lot longer than many people's twice my age!

-Foreign language. In high school I started learning Spanish and got hooked. It's been a lifelong goal but after 10 years, holy shit, I speak Spanish. When did that happen?

-College. So it took 7 years. But I got a degree nonetheless, in a field that I somehow luckily get tons of satisfaction from. Yay me!

-Career. And, it turned into a career. Somewhat. I have about 5 years of jobs and internships on my resume. Where did they come from?

-Freelance. Yeah, that happened too.

Ok, those are all the major things. But I am also somewhat happy with my body and self image, and those things take work. Along with my boyfriend. I got a good one, and am working to keep him! I could have settled with all these things, and chosen to supress them but I didn't. The thing is, there's a list twice as long for things that I have yet to accomplish!

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