Make my mark?

Me the little girl.

I used to think that I was destined for greatness and fame. Part of me still does but then I think “what am I going to be great at?”, “What will I be famous for?”

I’m 40 now so it feels like I’m running out of time even though I really feel like I’m just getting started.

I wrote this tweet the other day: 

All that was right and true about me as a child is coming back. At last I’m taking root. I’ll be ready soon to bloom.

You know how they say little girls are full of confidence until they reach a certain age and then the world starts chipping away at them? I believe I’m getting back in touch with that little girl who thought she could do anything; who wasn’t afraid of life. That little girl is me  and it’s time she got on with the greatness!

If I have one dream it’s to be a movie star. I’m not doing much of anything to make that dream come true but you know I somehow think that one day it will happen because things come to me in life. Right now I’m here and I’m happy to be here.

I dream also of being a writer and I’m working on that right now.

Hand doodle.

Hand doodle.

I long to be a semi-serious artist, just for myself. My waking thoughts and sketchbooks are filled with lines and doodles. I create things that are interesting to me and I try to learn as much as I can about drawing and mixed media techniques. Maybe someday I’ll create something that someone wants  to buy. Another possible dream.

I’m getting my very own puppy tomorrow!!! I met her at an animal shelter and I think she fell in love with me. I’m in love with her. When I saw her I thought Sadie. Turns out Sadie is a diminutive form of Sarah and means princess.

My first pet was a cat. I met her as a kitten at my recorder teacher’s house. She was the only one in the litter with blue eyes. I called her Princess and she lived to be 18 years old.

Now I’m going to have another Princess and I didn’t even plan it that way.

Things in life just come to me you know.

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