I like when organizations have succinct, concrete mission statements. As much as I make fun of five year and ten year plans, I decided to concoct my list. I am a hypocrite. Dr. Laura said the anecdote to despair is purpose. I’m weary and wary of despair, and Dr. Laura is up there with Oprah and Dr. Phil. So, it was fun to think about reasonable possibilities. I found the exercise interesting in how I naturally categorized by time and realized that my life is headed in certain directions already.
I’m interested in pursuing two more degrees: PhD and MFA.
I want to become proficient at sewing and cooking.
I want to be financially stable.
I’d love to adopt a child around age 40.
Next year, I want to run a marathon and get certified in scuba diving.
I want to become a skilled writer. (Aha, this blog is part of the arc, but so is reading about writing and the writing club. So, the blog serves a purpose.)
This weekend, I met some amazing people in their sixties and seventies. They were so alive, humble and generous. I want to aim towards their lives.
