Today is the day for sharing my dreams. You could call them ambitions too, but I think that sounds a lot more disciplined, and it may actually keep me from achieving them. These are some of my dreams (the ones I am not ashamed to share in public, and most of them I may never accomplish. Read on.)
To put all mine and my family’s stuff in neatly labeled boxes and containers.
To run a marathon once.
To hike in the Patagonia mountains (you thought Patagonia was just a clothing brand making eco friendly clothes? Wrong.)
To write a book that becomes such a big best seller that for the rest of my life I don’t have to worry about money and I can buy a studio apartment in an old tower in Tuscany where I can have my desk overlooking the vineyards. I can write sequels to my best-selling books whilst sipping some wine and eating some green olives and local cheese.
To have tea with Aung San Suu Kyi.
To take my family on a bike ride through Europe, spending some months on the trip, and the girls will think it is totally cool to pedal through old cities and narrow paths having no internet or friends, but a lot of love from their parents. We will bring a deck of cards, our journals, and some of the classics for bedtime reading. Our dog will also run besides us. Or we may put him in a side cart. It will never rain.
To dance swing as well as my neighbor.
To finish that European history book I started some weeks ago, and remember the content.
To do 50 push-ups and one successful pull-up in one setting.
To ski down this particularly difficult set of hills where I go cross country skiing and not fall.
To get scrapbooks for all the girls ready before they get married.
To interview Vaclav Havel.
After the hikes in Patagonia, hike in the Alps, Eastern Europe, Himalayas and the South Island of New Zealand.
To finish one of the knitting projects I am working on.
To sleep in a tent in the snow in the mountain. But only if I have a warm sleeping bag to my disposal and Steve is next to me.
This is a list of some of my dreams. I put nothing here about wanting to look more like Angelina Jolie or about getting a million dollars. There is also nothing about giving all the kids in Burma enough food to eat, a school to go to and medical facilities. I thought it was obvious by now that I want that most of all.
Not sure what is more obtainable, to organize all the clutter or feed all the kids? Not sure. But that will not stop me from dreaming.