A little while ago I started to write a list of “lofty goals” that entailed building a shelf for my pulitzer prize, having a pre-written obituary (because only very important people have obituaries written before they are dead), sell a perfume named after me, be stopped anytime I’m in public for my autograph (so annoying, but it’s for the fans).
Today in the grocery store as I hid my head in my ball cap from people I knew from high school I realized my goals may need to change direction.
I think the goals are looking more like finding a job, living without the parental roommates, being in a place where I’m not embarrassed to run into someone from the past because life is good.
Life’s not terrible now, I know that. I have a roof, I have food, I have employment. But I’ve always wanted more and right now more just doesn’t seem to be coming.
I want to not hide my head under my cap, which was also hiding greasy hair and a no-makeup face.
Now, how to get there and achieve my lofty goals? Angel by Angel perfume hitting stores soon!
Welcome to the Real World 