Day 11

Where is my drive? What are my dreams?  Surely, there has to be more to life than just watching tv on my day off, right?


I wish I was one of those driven people.  The kind who get buku (or beaucoup, or Bookoo, or however you want to spell it) amounts of things done, have the house nicely decorated and are free to be creative.  Yeah, I know, no one is perfect, but what I really want to go for is... a semi-normal amount of organization and purpose to my day.  I don't want to be normal.  Just a little more... responsible.


What are my dreams? Without dreams, what's the point of having drive, right? (Yes.  I know.  I ask a lot of questions when I blog.)   


My dreams... 


I want to open a, well, something.  I would like to serve coffee, perhaps run a cafe during the day, have study rooms, a screen printing press in the basement, space for musicians, a little shop, annnnnd plenty of security so parents can feel safe having their kids hang out there.


I want to have a gallery opening featuring my works.  I would like to exploit my talents for money.  Heh.  No, not really, but I would like to be able to actually make a little money with my art.  If that's a bad thing, I'm sorry, but its true.  All that aside, I'd be happy to be able to share the gift of art with people, and it wouldn't have to be for money. :-p


I want to start designing my own clothes and jewelry.  I am sick of looking through rack after rack, and I'd rather just make clothing exactly like I want.


I want to have a sick, tight body.  For real. I want to be that smoking hot woman.  See, I hate the idea that you get married and then you get fat.  Okay, so I did, but that's not the point.  I want guys to look at Josh and see the gorgeous woman beside him and realize there is something to this marriage thing.


Aside from traveling the world, I think that's pretty much it right now.  I want to look back on my life, nay, my day, and have peace that as God said at the end of the days of creation, it was good.