My lists of dreams and goals used to be distinctly different. I have always been a HUGE list maker. I like to write things down (on paper) and cross them off as they are completed. I get an overwhelming amount of satisfaction from throwing away a list after I’ve crossed everything off. Nerd much? Yeah, I know. It’s alright though, I embrace my nerdiness.

Early in my life my dream list read: Get to Oz,

Preferably, in Glinda’s bubble.

Become a famous actress or singer; doesn’t really matter as long as I get to wear a ball gown or a tutu.

My list of goals were a little different. Goal #1: Do not eat liver for dinner, like EVER. Goal #2: Wear my sister’s stuff without getting caught, and #3: Make it through Jr. High without being sent to a convent.

I was a little rough around the edges as…