When you’re a kid, you have a bunch of childhood dreams. Some are ridiculous, some are unattainable, some you talk yourself out of, and some you outgrow. But when you’re a kid, you don’t know that yet.
One of my dreams as a kid was to attend an Olympics, in particular, a winter Olympics. As I grew older, many of my childhood dreams — becoming an astronaut, dancing for the New York City ballet — fell by the wayside when I realized that some dreams aren’t just meant to be. And that’s okay, because letting go of old dreams made way for new ones.
And yet, after all this time, I still held onto my dream of going to Olympics.
Last week, I got to check that off my list.