What can be written in 15 minutes or less?
I'm determined to get to the gym this evening and don't want to spend a lot of time on my blog this evening.
Here's the question of the day: at what point in our adult lives do we stop dreaming or taking risks?
There's a commercial on t.v. right now for a car that features a group of women drumming on a set of Asian drums (I don't know the proper name) and every time I see it, I think, "I'd like to learn how to do that."
I once told a friend, I wish I could be one of those adults who doesn't mind living paycheck-to-paycheck and works two or three jobs at Starbucks on the corner, the indie bookstore up the street, and the health food store across town.
Even though I have substantial student debt, why am I letting that stop me from exploring the possibility of going to law school or medical school?
Where does the dreaming end and the reality begin, set in, and stick? And why?