If you were alive in the early 2000's you know this scene and this song and can probably pretty easily bust out into it at any moment. However, as much as I love The Lizzie McGuire Movie (which is a lot) it kind of sets us up to believe that in order to be "living the dream" we have to be on stage dancing and singing with a pop star. But, contrary to my distinct lack of ability to sing I still fully believe that my life is exactly what dreams are made of. And that fact is largely due to a pretty distinct group of people. My friends. Seriously, I am so unbelievable lucky and have some incredible people in my life. So I'm just going to make a really gushy blog post thanking all of you out there. To all of my friends out there, thank you for letting me double, triple, quadruple text you, snap chat you, call you, show up at your door, etc. during my minor panic attacks, at every sign of a new crush, at every slight life crisis, every major happy moment in ...