Fair enough.
Here’s what I’m asking for.
+ I’d like to laugh until I cry once a week.
+ I’d like to read a new book every three days. One day I’d like to write a book too.
+ Id’ like to take a shower and pee in peace, for the love of God.
+ I want to go on dates with Jimmy until we are old and gray. I want to hold his hand, laugh at him until I lose my voice, and kiss him until I’m dizzy. Basically I want to always stay the same as we are.
+ I want to visit Provence, France when the lavender is blooming.
+ I want to geniunely learn to love, embrace, and accept my body just the way it is.
+ I want to be a librarian or own a book shop. There is nothing in this world that I’m as passionate about as I am about books and reading. Period.
+ I want to learn to make pasta from scratch.
+ I’d like to stop comparing myself to others. My worth is not determined by how perfect other people’s lives appear.
+ I’d like to learn Italian.
+ I want the superpower of being able to tell who my true friends are. The ones who have my back and don’t have any patience for people who don’t. The ones who make me laugh and call me out and “get” me. No more fakes. Only trues. I’m getting better at this the older I get by the way.
+ I want to learn calligraphy.
+ I’d like to host a creative get together when I move back to America. A weekend of making and bonding and laughing and drinking wine.
xoxo
S