“Live Your Life And Your Dreams Will Come To You”

I just spent the past hour crying because I’m a wimp.

I re-watched Randy Pausch’s Last Lecture.

(For those of you who missed out on the wildly viral YouTube of his Last Lecture, his subsequent book, ABC special, and numerous media reports, here is his homepage. He died last week of pancreatic cancer.)

He gave an inspirational speech about his childhood dreams, his life, and his influences, knowing he was about to die in a few months.

This was my list growing up. I may not have achieved them all, but I think I nailed the most important one.

Be a champion ice-skater or ballerina.

Live in a caravan.

Create a secret society with a secret password that my friends had to whisper to get into my tree house.

Meet Hercule Poirot Sherlock Holmes.

Write a book with a typewriter while smoking a thin cigarette, in a black-and-white world where I voiceover my struggle to produce my magnum opus.

Wander the English moors and milk a cow.

Be a mommy.