Thought swirl

Oh, disillusionment. I suddenly realized that "Billy Twofeathers" in David's Thomas movie is none other than "Chingachgook" from The Last of the Mohicans. He speaks with a flawless American accent. It ruins the image a bit...

Johnathan, Emily, and I talked to the ceiling in the early morning light from about 6:00-7:30 this morning. I was too awake to fall back asleep, so Emily and I have been sitting in the still living room. Dawn was warm and misty, and I was thinking of how nice it would be to walk the streets of Charleston this early in the morning.

Cheerful beginnings have a way of making you consider all of the nice things in this world.

I started making a list of things I want to do. It includes (but is not limited to):
-Learning to speak another language
-Meeting a Beatle
-Writing a book
-Having my photos in a gallery
-Seeing NYC near Christmas
-Growing a garden
-Owning a coffee shop
-Teaching history
-Re-learning "The Raven"
-Sing in a performing group
-Visit all 50 states
-Specialize in rock and roll history...or the counterculture
-Dine at the SunDial in Atlanta
-Takes night-time photographs from the top of the Empire State Building
-Make "tea time" a household fixture
-Live in Charleston, on the Georgia coast, or nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains
-Become super organized
-Teach my kids how to catch fireflies
-Be photographed for a magazine

Now. Obviously, growing a garden is much more...er...accomplish-able than meeting Ringo Starr or Paul McCartney. I have always wanted to sing in a performing group, but I will never be a Jessica Lucas. My photography my be decent from an amateur perspective, but there's more to it than simply having a good eye. Time and money are needed to perfect the craft. I'm very unlikely to be picked as a model for a magazine. I'm pear-shaped and hardly striking enough in appearance...not to mention the time and money issue again. I would love to write a book, but I don't have a workable idea. Basically, I'm trying to realistically narrow my list. I'm only twenty-two, but I'm already a married, working mother-of-two. There are limitations and will always be greater priorities than my own distant aspirations. I don't plan on wiping my ideas just in case one of them presents itself in an unexpected way, but I'm more likely to achieve at least one of the big ones if I build on a strength. The only question is, out of writing, photography, performance, and magazines, which area holds the greatest potential for success? At least I know that I can handle road trips, owning an Irish Setter, and learning more about politics and finances. Comments and criticisms welcome.