It's official. The first day to our last year of our lives has just begun. Now honestly, I have never followed, nor agreed with the Mayan Calendar; however, what if this is truly our last year? I am only twenty-three years old with an imagination of a 40 year old business billionaire and a 5 year old coloring-book maniac. I can't have 355 days left. I can't just ignore these warning signs. Especially since I want my life to read like a very powerful Michael Jackson dance. I want to have swag and kicking. Maybe a little Moonwalking action going on. But, so far, that has not happen. I have only been walking forward with my eyes closed, hoping for something or someone to open them.
I have been thinking, which does not happen very often, but I need to accomplish something meaningful with my life. I do not want to die with nothing under my name. I thought I'd die a writer, maybe act along side my idols. However, with barely a few pages written and no acting under my belt, that fantasy will only forever live in my dreams. However, with this new motivation and the start of the new year, I have now set a goal for myself. This is not only my countdown to my death, but it is also the countdown to my dreams.
I am going to finish a novel or screenplay. Maybe both-- Yes. I am ambitious.
**This project is not to copy in anyway Julie & Julia. This is not another PerezHilton or TMZ blog.
Until then, everyone keep it real!
