When I was 17, the week before I moved to New York and into a life I knew nothing about except that it was bigger than the one I was living, I sat down in the living room of a house my family has long since left and made a list of 100 things I wanted to do before I die. I've mentioned some of them before (I often think of that post, one of my closest to the heart: you love people and their decisions hurt you and vice versa...). Some were hopelessly sweet, yet out of reach ("Have nice teeth" –– I wore braces for six years and didn't get them off until midway through college), while others were wildly ambitious ("See the Great Sphinx, up-close, firsthand"). Still others were somewhere in the middle, like "Own something by the House of Chanel." Now and then I've purposefully wandered into a Chanel store, once in Las Vegas, a few times in New York, and yet I could never imagine spending a stratospheric amount of cash to satisfy a girlish dream. Then last night my mother gave me an authentic Chanel purse that she found in a charity shop recently, with the tag ($4) still on it. Nice to be reminded that anything is possible, especially one that shines with the burnished significance of a long-held desire, fulfilled, and what someone can do without even knowing it.
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On Dreams
When I was 17, the week before I moved to New York and into a life I knew nothing about except that it was bigger than the one I was living, I sat down in the living room of a house my family has long since left and made a list of 100 things I wanted to do before I die. I've mentioned some of them before (I often think of that post, one of my closest to the heart: you love people and their decisions hurt you and vice versa...). Some were hopelessly sweet, yet out of reach ("Have nice teeth" –– I wore braces for six years and didn't get them off until midway through college), while others were wildly ambitious ("See the Great Sphinx, up-close, firsthand"). Still others were somewhere in the middle, like "Own something by the House of Chanel." Now and then I've purposefully wandered into a Chanel store, once in Las Vegas, a few times in New York, and yet I could never imagine spending a stratospheric amount of cash to satisfy a girlish dream. Then last night my mother gave me an authentic Chanel purse that she found in a charity shop recently, with the tag ($4) still on it. Nice to be reminded that anything is possible, especially one that shines with the burnished significance of a long-held desire, fulfilled, and what someone can do without even knowing it.
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Love the optimism :)
Posted by: Nat Co | May 07, 2010 at 06:50 PM
Ahhhhh...
Posted by: sally cohen | May 07, 2010 at 09:26 PM