My Bucket List

I've decided to make a bucket list. Like recently starting a blog, I realize I am very "behind the times" in doing this now, but I think it's something I should do. Many - if not, most - of you may not care what I want to do with my life in the future, and that's okay, but I figured I should have a least some accountability. So, for those of you who were just waiting for the right opportunity to be more involved in my life, you could print out a copy of this list and bring it along when you are going to see me. When we run out of topics to discuss, you can pull out the list and quiz me on how many I have done and any plans I have made to cross off others on the list. Or not.

1. Get the sand out of my bed. Seriously, I went to the beach today, and apparently the sand has traveled with me. I'm not even in the same clothes! How is it everywhere? But I digress...okay, starting over, for real.

1. Go on a road trip - no agenda, no destination (maybe a budget) - just a car, my iPod, and a few fantastic playlists.

2. Learn to dance. 

3. Read the top 100 best selling books. 

4. Live in a different country. 

5. Suck it up and sing karaoke. 

6. Watch every movie that has been awarded the Oscar for "Best Picture."

7. Write a book. I don't care if it's published; I just want to write it. To be honest, no one would even have to read it. 

8. Design my own garden.

9. See the Northern Lights.

10. Become fluent in another language. 

11. Be in a musical. If I have my way, it will be one of the following: Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, Newsies (I realize this is stretching it since there are all of 2 female roles in this movie/musical), The Music Man, Guys and Dolls. 

12. Watch all 8 Harry Potter movies in 24 hours. 

12? Only 12? I can't believe I can only come up with 12 things that I want to complete in the next however many years of my life. Well, I'll keep working on it and update it occasionally...maybe. (That should be #13!)

The Post That Sparked a Blog...

This is the conversation in my head that sparked this blog. Hold on to your hats, boys and girls; it's about to get interesting!

For those who just sort of know me, you know that I watch dancing shows and movies (and by shows, I mean SYTYCD and ABDC) and occasionally find myself sucked in to YouTube videos of my favorite choreographers/dancers/music.

For those who know me a fair amount, you know that I want to be a dancer. In fact, you know (whether you agree or not) that I think, given the chance, I could be an excellent contemporary or ballet dancer.

For those who really know me and accept my crazy, you know that I secretly dance around the house pretending I am a dancer. This would include the two or three people I've lived with that I've made stand and watch me prance (mom, dad, brother, etc.) and the two or three people I've lived with that have just caught me "dancing."

Regardless of the group you fall into, you will all have the same update into my dancing life in just a few words. I. Cannot. Be. A. Dancer.

There, I said it. I have accepted it. I'm not happy about it, but I've accepted it. This revelation came to me as I was pirouetting (I don't even know if that's a thing) in my bathroom amidst my dirty clothes on the floor, the door that my foot promptly hit when I attempted to straighten it over my head (I got halfway), and the "fan light" that makes me look tanner.

I am heartbroken, but I will survive. (Cue singing) And while I have accepted the fact that I will never be great, a select few of you may still be able to steal a glimpse of my far-fetched dreams as I spin around the kitchen in socks, jump and do the splits in the air (well, not the full splits, of course), or point my toes while watching TV. Cherish those moments.

And to those of you who can dance, I hate you (and by "I hate you," I of course mean, "I desperately want to learn to dance.")

Welcome to My World

First of all, to those who are reading this (Hey, mom!), I will apologize now because my mind can be a crazy space. Second, to those who are reading this, I will not feel bad if you close this tab and never come back. Third, to those who are STILL reading this, thanks.

I've never had a blog...unless you count my "Xanga" account that happened a few months after it was cool and got approximately 2 views. I don't really know what I'm doing, but I like the idea that someone else may at some point read my thoughts and maybe, just maybe, they will make sense. Out loud, I have to carefully craft the exact word formation to give a listener a glimpse into my thoughts in a short amount of time; however, in writing, I have time to fully explain, fully develop, the idea.