“When I grow up, I want to…”

Imagine this: some generous soul just handed you $500,000 exclusively for following and fine-tuning your heart’s desire.  What sort of avocation springs to mind? Would you work on that rock star dream, hone your skills as a ballroom dancer, race car driver, a Meteorologist? Maybe you’d finish your novel or join the Peace Corps.

I’d dance. Since competing in the Louisville Orchestra/Canfield/KDF Dancing with the Stars event, I’ve thought I’d like to take ballroom dance lessons. Private lessons for competition. Sure, I need some money and perhaps a bit more natural talent; and I have no delusions of making the activity a career, merely a high octane hobby. As horrible as I could be in practice, I was driven to go for it. A mere one hour dance session helped me forget my real world troubles.

I suppose I am a performer at heart (or is that ham?).

But enough about me and my diva-delusions—what do you dream of doing?

Love & Blessings, Leesa, your “DCD.”