What inspires me to work harder in everyday life is my family history. Our family is a history of doers, and I feel obligated to match that family trait. But it’s not that I feel burdened or anything. I relate to the trait on its own terms, and I certainly feel bored and anxious when I have nothing to work on. I want to make my family proud, and keep this strong tradition going. My parents have invested enough time and energy in raising me up right, and I want to repay them as best as I can. It’s the least I could do.

I’ve read about near death experiences, where people die for a short period of time, review their lives, and then get a second chance. A common theme among these stories is that these people have a completely transformed life purpose. I haven’t had such an experience, but I can learn from others, and live my for a higher purpose. Then when I sing, I will just love the people I’m singing for instead of worrying about myself. There’s nothing to lose, as I’ll do such a better job, and by happier. If I have regrets, it would be that I haven’t consistently lived as if I believed this. Why not? It’s easy to get caught up in my own selfishness. If I had only a short time to live, I would do my best to think of others first.

I have long held a theory that a mother who is a good organizer will give birth to good cooks, and good cooks will give birth to good organizers. My mother hates to cook. I could never live up to her organizational ideals, so I buried my sorrows in the kitchen. This year my husband forced me to pack up our apartment and move across town. I had just finished organizing our home and I was not happy about moving. The result? Six months after our move our spare room is still a mess of boxes and things. I wish my mother could come for a visit and fix it. She would have it done in a day. I would cook her something.

As a child, I always want to go to College. None of my family members have graduated High School, let alone attend or graduate from College. My goal then was to graduate High School and then attend College. My senior year of High School, I no longer had a safe environment at home, so I was forced to drop out of school in order to work full time and support myself. I soon thereafter received my GED and promised myself that one day I would go to college. Five years later I started to fulfill that promise. I gave birth to my son when I was twenty two years old and decided that it was better for me to stay home with him than hand my paycheck over to someone else to raise my child. As the first few months went by, I realized this was my opportunity to go to College like I had always dreamed. Currently, I am one quarter away from being a senior with my bachelors in business administration concentrating on accounting. After I get my degree my goals are to work as an accountant, test for my CPA, and get my masters in accounting. Do I think I’ll meet all of them? Definitely.

I would also like to go back to the past and by past I mean way back to the 16th century so that I could meet Leonardo Da Vinci in Italy. Leonardo Da Vinci is my role model and he is the one that has inspired me to try to become an engineer in my life. I want to see how and where he got the ideas for his inventions and maybe I will be able to make something out of it. I would also go back to the past to see if certain myths are true.

If I could confront someone from my past I would like to confront my good old Friend Marco. We haven’t had contact for 10 years now. We’d been best friends from childhood and I miss talking to him. We used to play all our sports and pranks together. We swore that we would be BFF’s but I have no clue where he lives and what he is doing right now after we both separated in the 10th grade. He had to move to another college and I had to move through another one. Slowly our contact rate started reducing and I lost his number and we haven’t met or seen ever since.