Dreams. Blog 2.

Can your dreams become your reality? I frequently think about this so I thought it would be a good blog topic. I personally have the cliché dream of getting out my small town. I want to do something that I can be proud of. I want to say "I wanted to attend College of Charleston, so I did." There are so questions that I ask myself that make me consider letting go of this dream. Would I get accepted? Would it ruin my relationship? Would I lose touch with the people that mean the most? Would I make it without my mother? Typical questions, I’m sure. Even with all of my doubt, I cannot help but wonder “what if?” What if everything turned out how it should and I got to live out one of my dreams. I want to do a tour of Charleston and fall in love with it like I have the rest of the Carolinas. Though my dream may be a farfetched one, I hope every day that it will come true. I want to actually experience something in my life. I want to learn and thrive. I want to be intelligent and have life experience that I can tell my children about. I have plenty of time to make up my mind and plenty of time to change it. I do hope that I find what it is that I desire and stress over so immensely. I hope that one day I will remember this blog entry and be happy that a dream came true.

Crazy Cat Lady

How many Valentine’s Day presents given to you could you live without? Most of them, right? Most have already been eaten or stored away in places your eyes will never care to look again. I too am per say, guilty of dumping these gifts with the exception of one.

The only exception was given to me by an ex boyfriend on February 14, 2010. That exceptions name is Tucker. A slender, gray cat that has white feet that resemble socks and a face that melts my heart every time I look at him. Most would say “Okay, so what? It is a cat.” What most do not understand is how much I love my “just at cat.”

Tucker embodies a child in my eyes, a child that is mine. I would say I rank him above most humans in a personal value sense. I believe it to be amazing that something so precious, so monumental in my life came to me from such a considerably petty circumstance.

This is where the title, “Crazy Cat Lady” comes in. Do I consider myself a “crazy cat lady?” Do I believe I will become one? My answer is I can only hope that one day I will lose myself in the little animals that make smile and take me back to being a little girl. I can only hope one day that I will be free and be able to spend the time and show the love to those sweet, beautiful animals that deserve it.

So, crazy cat lady I guess it is, and I say that with a smile on my face.