If you’d ask my younger self what she’d turn out to be at nearly 40 (I need to stop calling myself that; I have more than a year to go before that first digit takes another move upwards), she would never be able to guess reality correctly.
My 8-year-old-self (or something close to it) was imaginative, full of hope and goals.
I remember one day in school, while obligingly opening my history book when my teacher asked, thinking: wouldn’t it be amazing if my name ended up in a similar book and future generations would learn about something I did?
Changing the World, leaving an imprint, making an unforgettable impact, that’s what I was after.
As well as:
- Living abroad (think cute Irish cottage)
- Being a parttime World Changer and a parttime writer (successful, of course, at both)
- Travelling the World all over and then some (so many places to see, so many cultures to absorb!)
Angie Weiland-Crosby
“Childhood dreams are forever stuffed in our souls. Take them out and play sometimes “
Doing it all in style, always respectful towards everyone I meet, and preferably in the company of the love of my life.
I had absolutely no reason not to think this was all going to be true. And part of me (I suspect), still believes it will be.
Unfortunately, I never succeeded in dreaming when exactly this would all be happening…
As a result, I am still cottage-less at almost 40 (need to stop calling myself that!), no World has been changed by yours truly, and even if I’ve visited some very pretty places of the globe, I’ve always done so alone.
Hm.
Funnily enough, though, whenever I think of almost hitting 40 (I can deny it all I want, but it’s going to happen sooner than later) unachieved, I swear I can hear an 8-year-old-or-something-close-to-it-girl’s-voice whisper:
There is still time.
Elle Vampa 