expect the expected...

In our youth, we can't help but to dream big. For as long as I can remember- I've always wanted to be on TV whether it was through acting, writing, or reporting the evening news. In my early teens I took a stab at stardom and enrolled in the Barbizon School of Modeling, had professional headshots taken, and even auditioned for plays despite being tone deaf and not much of an actress. To this day, I'm not sure that I'd ever be deemed talented but I do know one thing... I've got balls. I'm not easily deterred by what I can't accomplish but like most, my downfall involves a huge case of doubt and a serious lack of motivation. Once prancing on the catwalk got too difficult or singing, "Hopelessly devoted to you" became embarrassing- my hopes for fame were quickly dashed and tucked away with other unfavorable memories like my fuchsia leg warmers and lime green stretchy pants. My penchant for starting things I could never finish would ultimately lead to the safety of a 9-5 job and a modest lifestyle. (yay- just what I wanted!!)

But deep inside, I must admit- I still dream of my big break. And thanks to years of avoiding my passion and intentionally veering off course- I realized that if I really want something (ie: a Bentley, a hosting gig on E!, and a feature on Cribs) I need to get steppin'. My days of dreaming are numbered and since gravity doesn't discriminate...it's time to make some moves and go for what's mine. And so what if everything doesn't go according to plan? (who needs a Bentley, anyway) At least I know I did all that I could - what else did I expect? And you...what are your great expectations? Do tell...