Watching the recent election this past week, it occurred to me, did Michelle Obama ever dream when she was a little girl that one day she would become First Lady? I think back to when I met Michelle many years ago at Princeton. She was fresh faced, lean and lanky and a jock just like her brother. Looking at her now, the remnants of the jock have disappeared and she is a poised wife and mother. How do we go from one extreme to the other?
I remember when I was a girl. I had dreams of becoming an actress and then a Hollywood agent. I had no inkling I would be doing what I do now. My acting career has been limited to extra roles here and there. I have since moved away from Hollywood. My desires and dreams have changed, mainly because of my experiences and choices in life. I guess that is what they call growing up.
While I may not make it to the White House, I am sure I will continue to evolve as my life goes on. It's all about living life. And as one 90 yearold gentleman told me, "I'm going to keep on living, until I die".
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