Well, I have to tell you, I feel kinda silly sitting here "blogging" when no one is blogging back.  I feel like I'm talking to myself.  But for those of you who might be reading this and just not commenting, here we are again.

My husband and I are American Idol fans.  It started out watching the initial try-outs with all the crazy people who sang badly.  Then we started paying attention to the -- I hate to call them kids -- so we'll call them the young people.  They get up there with their back stories of lost loved ones for whom they are doing this, or their significant others who have supported them, etc.  We've watched them stand in line, sit in an auditorium with thousands of other young people, then sing their hearts out and eagerly await the judges' decision - go or no go.

There is a young man on this season - his name is not important - who has made it, as of tonight, to the top 12.  I believe he is one of the youngest contestants taking the stage this season.  Anyway, a couple of weeks ago when he made the Top 24, he became very emotional.  He said this is all he ever wanted and had worked so hard to get there.  Now, all he ever wanted?  He is very young and may have thought being a rock star would be cool, but he had his whole life ahead of him.  He worked hard to get there?  How hard could he have worked?  He didn't need to work two jobs to reach his goal, he didn't give up his family for the road.  He simply traveled to try-outs, gave it a shot and made it.

However, he is not the point of my blog tonight.  When he was one of the lucky ones to be chosen to proceed to the next level, his face really spoke to me.  He, for all of his 17 or 18 years, had accomplished a life-long dream.  His face was a mixture of pride, excitement, happiness, trepidation, and fear.  It started me thinking...... What would my "that" moment be?  I had no idea.  I asked my husband - he knew right away.  He knew that if someone had afforded him the opportunity to show his talents by operating a professional haunted house would be his moment.  I asked a few of my friends and they didn't know right of off hand what that would be for them. 

Maybe we need to strive to reach that moment - whatever it might be for us.  For me, I might say it would be that someone either wanted to publish something I'd written or perhaps put a poem of mine to music.  Of course, winning Iron Chef against Flay or Batelli wouldn't suck either.

So, what would your moment be?  Blog back and let us know.  I'm interested to hear.