I want a day without shouting. I want my children to be the Brady Bunch, bell-bottoms optional. I want the house to clean itself. I want the cats to stop pooping. Forever. I want a pedicure.
I think scattered thoughts. I think best when no one is talking to me. I think talking is overrated.
I need to vacuum. I need to change the sheets. I need to sort through my daughter’s closet to rid us of her outgrown clothing before she reclaims it. I need more sleep. I need an agent. Or a cheerleader. Or both.
I regret laziness. I regret burned bridges. I regret burning all my diaries that I wrote before I was eighteen.
I dream strange dreams between 5:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m. I dream of a day when my children are grown. I dream that they’ll turn out all right and, in turn, create happy and healthy families of their own. I dream of a cottage where I can dream. I dream of writing stories that change people’s minds and hearts.
I love chocolate chip cookie dough. I love reading good literature. I love People magazine. I love my husband, the man who makes me laugh more than any other. I love blue skies and tall trees and crashing ocean waves. I love my children, even when they spill whole pitchers of water on the floor and leave a trail of Cheez-Its from the kitchen to the playroom.
I hate being misunderstood. I hate fleas. I hate hearing children in movie-theaters when the movies are not intended for children. I hate running out of a key ingredient while I’m in the middle of baking something. I hate stepping in gum. I hate being stuck behind a bus in my car.
I like sleeping in. I like shopping in thrift stores. I like hearing people’s stories. I like farmer’s markets. I like daffodil fields. I like parades and fluffy clouds and shade on a hot day. I like walking. I like comfortable shoes.
I dread making mistakes. I dread making phone calls. I dread conflict.
I need to telephone potential volunteers for Vacation Bible School (VBS). I need to find a babysitter for Saturday night. I must catch up on laundry. I need to return all my shoes to my closet. I need to find a way to get all my work done and still carve out time to feed my soul.
What about you? What do you want, think, need, dream, love, hate, like, dread, need to do?