Callie here (oh my GOD it's hard to call myself Callie)
Let's talk about ambition.
You know how there are those people who have planned out their future by the time they're six years old ('and what do you want to be when you grow up?' "Well, I've estimated that to get into the UCLA course I want, I'd need...")? Yeah, that was never me. When people would ask me what I wanted to be, if say proudly 'I've got plenty of time to decide!'
Well yeah, that's changed a bit. My sister (calling her Ellie) just finished school, which prompted me to determine my future. And of course, being me, I had to decide the one job that you need a miracle to get:
A travel writer.
You guys know how fun that would be! Get paid to travel around the world and write about it. I had a whole plan:
Get out of school, take a gap year travelling and making money and memories, go to a Uni course with animals, like Vet Science. Get a degree, then get a job for National Geographic, using my gap year travelling as experience. Get the job, stay there for about 6 years, then settle down, either using my degree to get a job in Vet Science or using my travelling to write more, either fiction or non-fiction. Use the money I made as a famous travel writer to retire at 50 and travel more.
It would work out perfectly, except for one thing: IT'S FREAKING IMPOSSIBLE TO DO!! (cries)
But whatever I do, I want to travel. I don't want to look back on my life and regret that I sat in an office job for thirty years. I may seem ambitious, young and naive, but screw it, that's what this post is about.
Okay, don't judge me, but I tend to use songs or books to describe things. So yeah, I'm going to do that for this. I want my life to be a cross between Meteorites and How We Do It, both by LIGHTS (omg I'm so bad at typing that that came out as LIGHGA)
Goddamn it I wrote myself into a corner. Let's change the subject.
I really like music. I use Spotify premium, and listen to it about two hours a day (and HOLY GOD I NEARLY DELETED MY ENTIRE BLOG). In fact, I'm listening to music right now. Don't judge, but the song that's showed up on my playlist is Breaking Free, from the High School Musical soundtrack. I'm kind of obsessed with that song, even though their voices sound kind of fake. You know what other songs I like? You Don't Own Me. You'll be Back (oh my GOD his voice). In fact, I basically love any song from the Hamilton soundtrack XD
...cause when push comes to shove, I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love...
Yeah. I can be really psychopathic sometimes. But TBH, whoever the hell this Jonathan Groff is needs to perform this song at my wedding. Because. His. Damn. Voice. Is. Freaking. Everything. (cries into tea)
...you say our love is draining and you can't go on, you'll be the one complaining when I am gone...
Music. Right. I like to think I'm a good singer, but I'm probably not. I like singing quietly to myself when I'm doing anything, especially when I'm skiing or running. I annoy everyone when I'm running, because I talk to my friends in the middle of a race. One time I shouted encouraging messages to opposite teams.
I do a LOT of sports. Gymnastics, cross country running, waterpolo, volleyball etc. My friends think I'm weird that I love running, but TBH, screw the haters.
Same with waterpolo. Okay, I'm tiny. My friends will stare at me and whisper 'HOW?!' when I tell them that I play. But not bragging (totally bragging) I'm pretty good.
I'm a bit of an extreme sports freak. Not extreme as in dangerous, but extreme as in 'compare bruises, get beaten to shreds, sore muscles every day'. But I love the rush you get when you're so tired and manage to push ahead of the crowd. I sound like a Nike speaker, but screw drugs, that's my high.
Random thought of the post:
Flaming hot Cheetos should be face paint
QOTB: What sports do you do?
Thanks for reading,
Callie ;)
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