Dreams

Yesterday at work someone asked me what my goal was in life.

I sat there blankly looking at them.

What do you mean, I asked.

Like what do I want to do with my life? What are my goals here?

I felt very flustered. 

I don't really know how to answer that question.

So I gave the standard answer:
I want to succeed in this company and work to better myself and my career.
Total bullshit.

So what is my real goal/dream?

Well to be honest…

To eat carbs and ice cream without gaining any weight.
To get to travel the world at the drop of a hat.
To be able to hang out with my friends that live across the country more.
For summer to last 6 months out of the year.

But really, I want a job where it's not a job, but something that I am passionate about.
I know that's never going to happen until I own my own business.
I have been saying this since I can remember.
When I was a little kid I would make up “work out videos” and tell my mom I was going to out my own “work out business,” YMCA clearly got there first.
I started my own dance camp in college which went really well. But then I still had college, and that fizzled.
I have even tried to invent something. I swear to you I came up with those roll up flats. (Ask my friend Garrett. He'll tell ya.)

But I am 26, and I don't want to settle.
I want to do something great.
Something I'm passionate about.
Something that that may make all of the above dreams happen.
I want to write. And I want to be published.
It's a dream, but it can happen. Maybe.

And last but surely most importantly, my dream is for TOMORROWLAND to give me some damn tickets.
Hence, I am listening to Avicii's “Levels” live at Tomorrowland for Whitney's #Backthatazzup Friday