My first reaction was No Way! I'm not a writer, I'm not an actress or a photographer, I haven't completed college, I don't have a career of any kind, and any hobbies I want to pursue are in their infancy. Please understand that I am not talking about my role as a mom; I have loved my kids since before they were born and would gladly trade in any dream and desire of my own to have them. I'm talking about aspects of myself and my interests, independent of anyone else. So as I thought about it, I realized that I'm not unhappy so much because of what I haven't accomplished so much as by what I haven't tried. I've always wanted to take acting classes, but I don't really want to be an actress. I've always wanted to take baking classes, and even thought I'd like to open a bakery. But my short-lived dream of a bakery suggest it's not so much a business I want to open as much as a skill I want to master. In fact, I now remember that I wanted to be a writer because I felt I could pursue all my interests and make a career of it. I could bake, take pictures, act, learn all sorts of new and interesting facts and skills and do it all for the sake of my career: writing. What a deal, eh?!
So, I'm looking to broaden my horizons. Acting classes? You bet... and in London, no less! What a dream-not-dreamt-come true! And baking and cooking classes... photography classes... you may even find me studying the textbooks for classes I can't take right now. I'm not too old, no matter what that crease between my eyebrows tries to suggest.