Dream Big

We're all dreamers, more or less, right? I mean, at least at some point in our lives, we've had a million and seven big dreams that carried us through boring math classes and people saying it worn't work and boring days where nothing gets done.

I like to think that my dreams, big and otherwise, are more like ambitions than anything, though. And I have a lot. And, since I'm a bit bored and feel like writing (which makes this blog especially handy, really), I'm going to tell you about some of my dreams. Cause why not?

• To get published. You know I've finished my first novel, and I'm fairly certain I'm done with editing (unless someone says otherwise). I've finally had someone read the whole thing, and she absolutely loved it. She's told me that she hates me, and I'm thrilled that she's emotionally invested enough to do that. (She doesn't actually hate me, of course.) I have another person reading it, which is great. I'm still game to have more readers, so feel free to drop me a line if you're interested. I might start looking into a literary agent soon, and a few publishers. I'll keep you updated here!
• To design a clothing collection. I'm not particularly good at sewing, and I just don't like it, much to my mom's eternal chagrin. However, I do love designing. They're not particularly technical, and I don't draw croquis or anything, but I love coming up with new clothing designs. I would be fantastic to work with a brand and come out with a line, but as I've got no technical skills, I doubt anything would really come of this. It's still fun to do, though. Maybe one day I'll post some of my doodles.
• A doctorate degree. Yeah, I'm going to be in school until the end of time, but I want to be Dr. Sarah Springer, scientist extraordinaire. I really just want to be among the best in my field.
• To travel the world. Every single place I can physically step foot on, including Antarctica. I'd actually really, really love to go there, and I'd love to do it with my one-day job.
• To own a sailboat, which needs no more explanation.

So, yeah, that was fun. What kinds of big ol' awesome dreams are swirling around in your head? What gets you through sociology classes you don't take seriously because of the professor and his annoying fonts? What makes your life a better place aside from cupcakes and campfires?

Wandering Spirit

It isn't a secret that I'm continually under the influence of wanderlust. I'm generally a bit restless, and crave few things the way I crave travel. I love going to new places and everything that that entails, but I genuinely love the actual traveling process. Packing things and that middle part between Point A and Point B—it's wonderful! But there's so much to be said for the destinations as well.

See, I'm generally very content, but I'm never quite complacent. Like I said, restless. And the trouble with family vacations is that it just feels like trying to quench your thirst with a milkshake rather than water. It works for about ten minutes, but then you're thirstier than before and things are just plain problematic.

I dunno, I just need a proper adventure. I'm going to hoard my money like a crazy dragon and hope for something around, say, December. Maybe. It's a good goal to aspire to, right?

Does anyone else get super restless like this?

Creative Pursuits

So I've set up yet another blog, but this one is strictly for writing. Inspiration, nonsense about my process (what process?), stuff like that. If it has to do with me writing things, it will be here. Just throwing out a heads-up.

That is all.

Continue about your lives now.

Mes Cheries

Happy Valentine's Day. If, like me, you are without a valentine, then I'm pretty sure that means we're each other's valentines.

Lucky you!

(I actually really wanted an excuse to post this picture.)

Let Me Just Say...

...Martin Freeman's haircut would make a great pixie cut.

(Ginnifer Goodwin, Michelle Williams, and Carey Mulligan are still my biggest hair inspirations, though.)

An Aside: Merry and Bright

Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, winter, or something else entirely (or nothing at all), I hope the ending days of this year are lovely, cheerful, and warm for you. You've all made this year a great one, and I've met some fantastic internet people through this blog. You all make my computer screen glow with happiness (and nothing else, okay?), and you're all such splendid people. I hope next year is full to the brim with you lovely folks, and whichever new people somehow end up in this corner of the internet.

Now, go and raise a cup/bottle/bowl of something as a toast to yourselves. And then drink it. Unless it's chunky soup or cereal, cause that's just rude.

Real Quick...

Weeping Woman by Pablo Picasso (1937).

Weeping Woman by my drawing class (2012).