My Dreams and a reminder from my seven year old self.

In the second or third grade I wrote a book.

I decided with my recent occupational crisis it wouldn't hurt to revisit my childhood goals. Tomorrow, I am going to get back into training for the WNBA, which is the women's NBA (because at this point what have I got to lose) and I should probably start making those babies soon (Can I substitute babies for puppies? Puppies sound so much more fun.)

Two dogs: Check. (We'll see about the cats.) I might have to substitute the two cats for another dog or maybe a pig.

I'm going to have to ditch the chemist idea because I don't think I had discovered my dyslexic tendencies with numbers yet. It's safe to say that one isn't happening any time soon.

So, I guess the next step would be to gain ownership of at least one out of the five unnamed businesses that I am supposed to own. Oh, and I should probably get myself out of debt in order to beat Oprah on being the richest woman in the world (I'm almost there.) All in all I feel like I'm definitely on the right track. Considering I lived in Seattle and did my world traveling and saw all of the listed monuments...














I think I was a little bit ambitious. But my pessimistic classmate was quick to bring me back down to earth with his wise words, "Some things are possible, but not all." Thanks Alvin, wherever you are. 



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