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I feel like 25 should be a milestone, but more than that 25 is well, just 25. It is as though I have finally crossed the bridge into adulthood. However, even adulthood can't prevent me from crawling out of bed at 10:30 and eating a bowl of cereal and watching cartoons on Saturday mornings (much to Mike's dismay). Adulthood doesn't do anything but make you question every decision, and constantly wonder if you could have, should have, would have. Unfortunately musing about the past doesn't do a whole lot of good, so I have made my future plan. My 25 for 25 list (in no particular order)
- write a book, a novel, a collection of short stories, doesn't really matter...
- see Europe, in real life, not just on google
- learn to arrive five minutes early...particularly for work
- run a marathon
- take a photography class
- learn to drink red wine (out of a vase, like on Cougartown)
- master Spanish
- go to the Louvre
- learn to swim
- go to NYC for NYE
- sky dive
- climb to the top of Fern's Nipple in Capital Reef, with my Dad
- learn how to decorate cakes/cupcakes
- go to Alaska
- master the ukulele
- learn to take life by the horns, like my Dad
- get a puppy and smother it with love
- learn to love deeply and fearlessly, like my Mom
- watch the sunrise
- learn how to sew, and actually make stuff
- get a place that Mike and I can call our own
- continue to cry at the scene in Up where Ellie can't make it up the hill anymore
- play my violin, and never stop playing it (it's getting a little dusty)
- never lose a sense of adventure and a desire to learn
- never forget where I came from, but always remember that wherever I go, there I am.
I hope to always be the little girl on my grandma's porch in the green dress, the yellow glasses and the pig tails. No matter how complicated life seems, no matter how overwhelming things can get, I hope I always remember that life really is just as simple as a summer day on your grandma's porch.




That was a good 75 cents worth!
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