What I want

Trying it again, this thing you all affectionately refer to as blogging. Instead of the standard, first, who I am, what I love, what this blog will be, post, I'm going to dive right in. It's not sunny, or happy, but I am feeling useless. I'm planning my future, or planning the events that will lead to this future, and I can't help but feel unimportant. Growing up with a military dad, I always admired him for being a hero. My dad would go overseas and defend freedom, fight bad guys, do general, vague, hero stuff. When trying to figure out what I want to do with my life, I can't help but feel the need to serve others. Sure, teaching is selfless-ish, but I can't help but want to do more.

• I want to join the Peace Corps.



• I want to work for a non-profit.



• I want to feed, and walk, and love homeless pets.



• I want to talk to, inspire, laugh with, cry with, homeless people.



• I want to change someone's life.



• I want to make a bunch of money and then go overseas and build schoolsand shelters with it.



• I want to teach little girls to be proud of themselves, their victories and their bodies.



• I want to help battered women leave their abusers, no matter how much time it takes.



• I want to craft with the elderly, and paint their nails, and listen to them play the piano because their family doesn't visit quite as often as they used to.



• I want to drive a bus around the country and donate books to impoverished kids.



• I want to donate a kidney to someone.

When I look at all these big ideas, and others like them, I can't help but feel like teaching, at least kids in the United States, is selfish. There is so much tragedy in the world, I just wish my heart and budget were big enough to make a difference.