I’ve been thinking a lot lately about broader life goals and dreams. This is kind of a huge step, considering the only goal I’ve been focused on over the last two years has been “have a baby”.
But there are things I’ve always dreamed of doing. Some are more realistic than others. But I felt it was time I made a list.
I mean, you all know how much I love lists.
So here, for posterity, is a list of of my hopes, dreams, and goals. This isn’t a self improvement list. This isn’t a bucket list. This is just the stuff I fanasize about when I want to go to a happy place. In no particular order:
1. Have at least 3 children. Whether I myself have them all, or some (or all) come to us through adoption or surrogacy, I want to be surrounded by children (well, you can’t really be “surrounded” with three, but you get my drift). Note to self: You said this list was not about babies! You lie!
2. Write a book. This is a relatively new goal. I don’t know what the book would be about, but the last two years have proven to me how much I love to write. I’m sure that one day I’ll come to a place where I know what book I want to write, and I’ll just sit down and do it. Note to self: it’s not really as easy as you make it out to be. You should probably prepare yourself for it to be kinda hard.
3. Make a feature-length film. This is something that has been put aside for now, even though it used to be at the top of my list. Priorities change. But I still, one day, would like to make one. Note to self: No, you do not have to win an Oscar for said film. Seriously! Be reasonable! I mean, what would you even wear?
4. Help people for a living. That’s where my idea to get a degree in art therapy came from. I think there is nothing better than reaching out to people and feeling like you can make a difference in their lives.
5. Visit Japan. The country has always fascinated me. I can’t wait for the day that Shmerson and I can afford a trip there. Note to self: find an underwear vending machine and take a picture. Oh – and get one of those fish pedicures.
6. Visit Hawaii. Another place that just seems amazingly beautiful to me, I can’t wait to see it one day. Note to self: Make body bathing-suit worthy before the trip. Oh- and stay away from the Spam. They apparently love that stuff there.
7. Eat at a Michelin Star restaurant in France. Don’t care which. It just seems like it would be fun. On our honeymoon, Shmerson and I ate at one in Barcelona. It was heaven. Now- France!
8. Meet Mike Patton. I’ve met movie stars before. I’ve even worked with some. But for some reason, that doesn’t phase me in the slightest. On the other hand, Faith No More has been a band that I’ve loved since the age of 15, and still love to this day. I believe that if I ever do get to meet him, I will faint on the spot. Note to self: bring smelling salts or something.
9. Sell a painting. I don’t paint enough, but I’m very proud of the paintings I finish. I’ll probably post about that someday soon. I’ve always thought it would be cool to have someone actually offer me money for my paintings. I would love that.
10. See a live taping of The Daily Show or SNL Do you guys realize how impossible it is to get tickets to those things? But seriously, once again, fainting would most likely ensue. Note to self: Smelling salts. Don’t forget.
11. Have my own podcast. Something else that I’ve been mulling over for the last year or so. I did a little radio when I was younger and I loved it. I kind of want my own podcast, because I think it would be cool. I may just do it some day. I can see it now: “Mo’s Bunnycast”. Note to self: Don’t name anything “Bunnycast” that’s creepy.
12. Own a Mini Cooper. Do I really need to explain why? Note to self: Make it purple.
13. Marry Shmerson Again. Our wedding was the happiest day of my life. Plus, it was the best. Wedding. Ever! The next day we already agreed that we would do it again on our 25th anniversary. It will rock just as hard. Note to self: Remind Shmerson to get a little less drunk next time around.
14. Meet J.K. Rowling and Thank Her. I know, hardcore geekery in play here. But seriously, there have been moments in my life where the only thing that gave me a bit of an escape from the ick was a long bubble bath with a Harry Potter book. Note to self: See numbers 8 and 10 above. Salts. Or some other fainting remedy. Look into that.
So what about you guys? What do you fantasize about when you go to your happy places?