My life in Morocco...

First and foremost, I just noticed that the host of this blog has posted a link to my book on the homepage...I think that's totally awesome and I'm going to thank him (him?) from here, since I searched to no avail for a contact e-mail.  Thank you! 

When you're up, you're up, and when you're down you're down.  I recently read an article in an issue of Glamour magazine sent to me by my lovely mom which discussed following your dreams, or not, and which is actually better.  Well, that's a terrible summary, but sort of.  Essentially, the author said that when you end up doing what you're "second best" at, you leave yourself open to daydreams and optimism for the road not taken.  I really like that idea...

I am, however, following  a dream...sort of.  Actually, I don't really know what my ultimate life dream is.  I want to sing publically, I want to be a writer, I want to influence the lives of children by way of teaching, I want to travel the world.  Check, check, check, check.  I recorded a CD with my college a cappella group, I've got a book, I'm a teacher, I've only seen about eight countries but that counts for something.  What more could I ask for?

And yet I'm still a dreamer.  I dream constantly about all of the things that will or might be.  I submit myself constantly to suggestion, I send numerous e-mails out to anyone who might listen (remind me to tell the story of how I got a book deal - you'll never believe it!), I solicit.  And then I dream.  I take long, langorous baths and dream.