A bucket full of dreams

Someday I'm going to look back on my 17-year-old self, and laugh at the things I think (thought) are (were) important. Oh well. Anyway, I know some people write letters to their future (or former) self, and I've been thinking about doing that, but it would probably just end up unbearably awkward. So instead, I've decided that I'm just going to publish (on the world-wide-interweb,) a list of things I hope to do in the future. Sort of like a bucket list, but not really.

Enjoy!

Someday, I want live in the middle of no-place, own several wooded acres, and have a blueberry farm and llamas. 

Someday, I want to grow a garden like this: 

Someday, I want to hang-glide. 

Someday, I want to mountain-unicycle. 

Someday, I want to milk a cow.

Someday, I want to climb a mountain.

Someday, I want to be a published author. Like of a book. Preferably Books. 

Someday, I want to be a Wife, Mother, Grandmother, and Great-grandmother. 

Someday, I want to travel the world.

Someday, I want to be an amazing cook.

Someday, I want to speak in front of 1,000 people. Or maybe 10,000 people.

Someday, I want to run a marathon.

Someday, I want to be a good snowboarder. ( I guess this mean I should snowboard someday?)

Someday, I want to live (for at least 2 years,) in another country.

Someday, I want to pogo a mile.

Someday, I want to be an American Sign Language Interpreter.

Someday, I want to work with kids.

Someday, I want to (short-term) work in a museum. (Smithsonian? Library of Congress?)    

Someday, I want to look back on my life, and say "I have really lived. And not because of me, but because I have lived for God."

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"In my world everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies!"