Do you have any secret ambitions?  Do you ever wake up one morning and think….. gosh….. I wish I could tap dance.

…. Or holy cow…. I wish I knew how to play the accordion. Or perhaps, it isn’t just one thing, but a combination of things.

Like,  you really would like to play the banjo and the accordion at the same time, while balancing on a flagpole.

I think a lot of us have things we would like to do.  But those interests are in areas that we never explored.   Or maybe skills we never mastered… Or EVEN learned.

Now my very, very, secret ambition…. which is no longer going to be my secret ambition because I’m telling all of you here right now….. is to be one of those test pilots.  Like the dangerous test fighter pilots.

Now a lot of times people will say….. you should just go for your dreams.  Everyone should live to fulfill their dreams.  Blah, blah, blah.

Well… I sorta’ thought this sounded like a good idea.

So low and behold… with the test pilot thing…  I decided to  call around a few places.

I tried the Air Force, Marines, Coast Guard, Army, NASA, Society for Explorative Pilots, Blue Angels, and a few others.

As it turns out, most of them don’t really want a 50-year-old scrawny woman with poor eyesight…..  and no flying experience.

So  besides playing on the Wii, I guess pilot thing is out.

Another one is to be a Boxer.  Oh… Let’s get this straight.  I don’t like to fight, and I certainly don’t want to get hit in the face.  Which would be my point as a boxer…. I would just run around the ring and try to make peace.  “C’mon buddy… Put those gloves down for crying out loud.  Why so serious?  Give Peace A CHANCE.”   And of course, I would ask if I could be the one to ring the bell (as I was running by) when the round was over.  AND.  I like Gatorade …  which really adds to the appeal of this.

I guess if you put my two aspirations together… I would be a Punch-Us-Pilot.  (Say it out loud.. And quickly.)  Yeah. That’s it.

Oh, but our dreams are fleeting things now aren’t they. That is what the poets say.  And….   Anyone who watches some of the schmucks on America’s Got Talent know how quickly those dreams fade away.

Perhaps you  already living yours?

Alright, so maybe I can not carve ice-sculptures with a chainsaw.  Or even make a rabbit disappear into a top hat.  But each morning, when I lift my head from the pillow, I can count a hundred different blessings on each hand and foot.  Not because I have that many fingers and toes… But because I have THAT many blessings.

Living my life with my soulmate.  A loving family, and friends.  Three great dogs. Health. Home. Food and Medicine. Community. Freedom. Yep, walking around wide awake…  is a pretty good deal after all.

Somebody pinch me… Cause I feel like I’m dreaming.

And pinching is okay… Just don’t wallop me in the boxing ring.

“Follow your dreams, for as you dream you shall become.” – Unknown