Thursday, April 27, 2006

What am I? 80?


So I must start off by saying that I do not believe that I am old. I am just puzzled.

I found a gray hair today. Yes. I am 22 years old and I found a gray hair. This is not a good sign. Nor is it a good sign that I talk to my cats. I am afraid I am turning into an old woman. I am supposed to be a little kid. But nope. I am on my way to being a dancing old lady.

Ahh this brings up a good topic of seizing the day. We are all getting older, one gray hair at a time. I hope I am getting the full experience out of life. But there are still so many things I want to do.

1. I want to see more of my country and the world. I would love to go to South America and of course Europe.

2. Be a published writer.

3. Have kids.... someday, not now.

4. Own a ranch in Montana, my vacation house.

But as for short term goals. I am excited about maybe David getting shore duty and us being together for a long period of time.

Anybody else have a dream list of stuff they need to do before they take up the rocking chair?

3 comments:

::E:: said...

I don't believe you're old until you start openly discussing your bowel movements.

Ummm...I made a list of things I wanted to do before I died--I ended up with over a hundred things on it.

But I had a few favorites:
1. Spend two weeks at a monastery in complete silence
2. Backpack in Denali national Park and climb a glacier
3. Adopt a kid or five
4. Feed starving children in Africa (I understand that sounds a little Miss America-ish or angelina Jolie-ish, but I still think it would be cool.)

Leah said...

Uh-oh! We already have been discussing our bowel movements.

Elissa-
FYI: First Colony Church of Christ takes a mission trip to Africa. Just a way to make those dreams come true...

Michael said...

Analee,
Loved your comment on my blog. The way I have sped things up is continuing to say yes to more work, more activity, and traveling every other weekend to see my wife which makes my weeks short and my weekend even shorter. Maybe we will both find some kind of balance. At what point did we say "I do" to never seeing our spouses?