Sometimes I feel like writing. But I don't have anything to say. That's a lie. I always have something to say. I just don't feel like I have anything interesting to say.
So today I went to Google and found a page that gives blog prompts, an idea to write about.
Today's blog prompt
Do you feel you're too old to pursue your dreams?
I don't feel OLD per se, but do I think that becoming a Disney performer is a bit out of reach? yeah. I never took singing lessons or dance lessons, acting lessons or even mime. I've got nothing. But other than all of that fun stuff, I don't know what the dream is.
I work at a job where- let's face it- is no dream job. It's nice to have a job. I'm not complaining at all about that. I went for long enough without one to be stupid enough to complain about having one. But really? Is E.R. registrar the dream? Short answer. No.
I want to travel and see the world. That's what I want to do. That's the dream. It's not a practical dream. Especially coming from the family I come from. (I know you're reading this. Hi.)
I am a world traveler stuck in a stay at home family. Every time I get the itch to adventure, I'm reminded about how many bills and responsibilities I have and allllllll the reasons why it's just not a good idea. Sometimes, the best trips have been when I don't tell anyone I'm going- until I'm there. Of course, I hear about it afterward (can anyone say Hawaii?). I ache to go back to England. I want so badly to go to Italy, Spain, Germany, France (pick a European country), Australia, China, Japan.... heck, I'll even settle for local stuff like, New York, Chicago, Boston, Washington DC, Philadelphia... the list is almost endless.
No, I don't feel too old to do these things- but I can't imagine how ever in my lifetime I'll be able to afford to do them- without the crippling guilt that will inevitably accompany. I just have to content myself with being mediocre in a ho-hum job. yaaaaaaaaay.