I just love posting semi-relevant pictures of hot guys when I blog.
The other day, I was having a lovely chat with my good friend and fellow blogger boskers, and like the good Mohos we are, we talked about dreams, goals, and the Mormon church. After boskers told me a couple of his dreams, I proceeded to list off a bunch of goals I had. (i.e. The typical graduating from college, finding a guy to marry, having kids... white picket fence, etc.)
I paused. Why did I want to do all this? Why didn't I want to delve into the inner me in the process of "Finding Myself" and discover true acceptance? These thoughts reminded me of an article I read about how happiness can be measured by the number of experiences one has.
I thought about this at my friend's sister's school play as well. I want to have kids. I want to drive them to soccer practice, help them rehearse their lines, accept their macaroni art. Hell, I'd even throw a football around with them if I had to.
I want to fall in love and then be heartbroken. I want to surprise my little sister by taking her out to lunch when she's at school. I want to be kissed in the rain. I want to chaperone toddlers around at Disneyland and watch their faces light up when they meet The Little Mermaid.
I want, I want, I want... I'm starting to sound a little pathetic, aren't I?