A Dream or Goal?

“When we got to the Eiffel, it just brought back all these good feelings. Since I didn’t climb the stairs up last year, I decided to change it up. I almost completely regret this. It was A LOT of stairs. I want to believe that I pulled off the “I’m not tired at all look”, but I think my sweating and deep gasp for wind might have said otherwise. But the view will always be worth it. Me and Sarah are planning to go up to the top Friday morning.

I honestly forgot how much I loved Paris until I saw the tower today. The tower really gives me confidence and hope that I could spend a year in Paris. I don’t care at what time in my life that I spend a year in Paris. Whether married or not. Have kids or not. I definitely have a dream to stay here for a year. It’s long enough to fall deeply in love with Paris, but short enough to experience all of Paris with routine.”

                                               – My Travel Journal Entry on June 22, 2015 –

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My dream is to live in Paris, France for a year. Up until recently, this was just a dream. I wanted to be the type of person that could spend a year in Paris. I now realize that I don’t have to wait to be that person, and that I might already be her. I am choosing to transform this dream into a goal. I never thought that I would be the person that can say they have had cancer, and it sucks that I didn’t have a say in that becoming a part of my story. However, I can now make the conscious decision to be defined by my passions instead of my circumstances. I am passionate about the Lord and how He uses me to work with people. I will always strive to know more about people and where they call home.