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Friday, February 04, 2005

Someday I'm going to

Run a whole-body health center. I'll do therapy; Charity will teach yoga. We'll make friends with a massage therapist and ask her to move her business into our space. We'll need a naturopath, an acupuncturist . . . what else? (We had a big long list . . .) It will be a beautiful space, women-run. The walls will be painted brilliant colors, there will be lots of plants everywhere, and windows. We can hire out the yoga space for drum circles in the evenings, or hold art openings in the lobby. It will be a center that draws in people and gives them comfort.

Open a store-front theatre. Tim will be the artistic direct and I will do the business of running the company, as well as be the graphic designer for all our publicity materials. We'll put on small shows that incorporate music and dancing and we'll become the rage and hotspot of the Denver theatre scene. There'll be a small cafe or bar attached to the theatre space, and it will be a dark, quiet hangout for patrons before the show, and where the actors unwind after. When there's not a show up, we'll have open mic nights, and I'll get up a band of my social worker friends, where I'll play the drums.

Be a young adult librarian. I'll wear my hot librarian glasses and create an oasis in the middle of a library for the young adults. I'll spend my days reading and recommending the latest books, and planning activities for the youth advisory board to carry out.

Run a creative arts camp for at-risk youth. Maybe just for girls, though I'd hate to deny them the joy of having camp flings. It will be a camp in the middle of a forest, with a small lake for swimming and boating, trails for hiking, and dusty cabins for hanging out during free time. There will be workshops for writing, acting, and music. The kids would all work on their individual talents and create a piece to be performed at the end of the week/month/summer.

Educate about domestic violence. I'll be a reknowned speaker and trainer for domestic violence. I'll lead workshops and inspire people to advocate for battered women. I'll write books and manuals, and everyone will refer to me as "the leading expert in . . . "

I will change lives, give hope, make a difference.


Blogger metrogeekboy said...

Grrrr, I absolutely LOVE librarians in sexy specs. How'd you know. Early influence: "The Music Man" with Shirley Jones playing the ever so hot "Marian Paroo". Ahhhh Ms. Paroo, the sexy Marian the Librarian. Okay, you're straight and I'm probably bothering you. Besides me getting all bothered over the librarian thing, those other dreams sound lovely. See, one force opposing another. You bring a little light in this world.

9:55 AM  
Blogger ribs said...

Just do it babe!

10:29 AM  
Blogger LE said...

who DOESN'T fantasize about librarians? Come on, now.

10:42 AM  
Blogger Sarah said...

You have so much to give. I can see you doing all of this with grace and ease. You're an amazing woman, you know that?

10:53 AM  
Blogger Olive Juicing said...

"I will change lives, give hope, make a difference."

You already do.

5:44 PM  
Blogger angiepants said...

That's what I was going to say, OJ.

8:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's Charity,
I can't wait! And I'm holding you to that you know. See, Colorado NEEDS you!!! (and I do to:)

11:59 AM  

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