So. I just had a birthday, it was nice, a rather uneventful birthday. It got me thinking though, as I do on and off, about what I want to be when I grow up. While I feel like I’m growing in age and hopefully wisdom, I still don’t feel any closer to “living the dream”. Some might consider me to be living the dream already. I am fortunate to have a comfortable job that I’m not afraid of losing  (at this point), loads of beautiful and sweet friends and a main squeeze that makes me smile everyday. I have a yearning though! I want to do something meaningful. I want to see big things and be a part of something I am proud of. I want to have fun everyday and not regret anything.

Today is my 4th day of being twentyfour. In 361 days, I want to be doing something else. Here are some brilliant ideas that would make me very happy:

• living in New Orleans, down the street from my bestie – Sara – in an adorable shotgun uptown with a large closet, shopping at langensteins and whole foods and drinking pims cups. My beau would be there too, of course. Maybe I could be on the news there? Follow after my trail-blazing mum and be a local celeb. Or, I could work for the Saints and be their party planner? Or I would work in an art gallery and have an interesting and well-read column in the Times Picayune….
• living in Charleston, Miami, or any beach town, working on my tan and doing something creative (what?).
• Move abroad. Take any sort of good paying job and see the world. How does one go about finding those?
• OR, I could move to Dallas, rent a room from my Aunt for a while and join the junior league. I would become a jewelry buyer for Neiman’s or perhaps a museum curator? or maybe just a roller coaster operator for six flags?

I don’t want to be stuck in Fayetteville. I’m still living like a college student with one room to call my own. I rather like it most of the time, I’m not ready to have a mortgage or a marriage. But, as I dive into my mid-twenties, I am craving something more, because, I know I will want that and who knows how soon?

Go back to school? It would have to be something worth the debt…

I’m scared of being someone who had “so much potential” but never lived up to it.