jamie ann

All this time has given me a lot to think about. Things I want to do, be and see. Hopes and dreams. All that cheesy stuff. There is so much I want to do, I can only hope I get the chance to do it all.

I want to graduate. Be successful in my career. Pack a backpack and just travel the world. Win a ton of money in Vegas. Go to South America. See Machu Picchu. Learn how to cook amazing things. Write a book. Get married. See the Aztec and Mayan ruins. Be crafty. Cut my hair and donate it. Go to New York Fashion week. Go to Paris with someone I love and fall in love all over again. To teach. To learn. Meet Britney Spears. Yeah, shut up.

I want to learn yoga. A boy to write a song about me.  Go on a volunteer vacation in Guatemala or Peru. Own a 1967 Ford Mustang. Move to another city. Learn how to box. Get rich and donate a ridiculous amount of money to puppies. Make people laugh. Make people think. Go to wine country. Learn to play guitar. Lke more veggies. Hug a koala bear. Jets to Brazil to get together for a reunion show and be in the front row. To inspire and be inspired. Make the best red velvet cupcakes ever.

I want to finally learn how to put eyeliner on. An occasion to buy a formal gown. To be sent flowers.  Find the perfect little black dress. Be a princess. Go to Brazil. Stop biting my nails for good.  Be healthy. My dad to walk me down the aisle. To be able to give him money to retire and so he can work on restoring his Mustangs. Scuba dive. Etsy to hire me. Eat lots of pasta in Italy. Swim with dolphins. Make peace with my body.

I want to be happy no matter what I do or where I am or who I am with. I want no regrets.

Now who wants to accompany me in knocking some of this out?