Monday was Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Fittingly enough, at work we got talking about dreams – dreams we had as kids, like becoming a famous actress, or an astronaut, or an aircraft engineer – and the big kid dreams we have now, like ending poverty, getting published in National Geographic, and ending child slavery.
So here are some of my 25 year old dreams:
Be a part of a movement that makes a significant dent in global poverty. Live simply and be content with what I have. Develop some arm muscles. Write a book. Go To China. Make a difference in someone’s life. Be the change I wish to see in the world.
Musings of a Social Conscience 