When I am 80 I hope to have a face covered in laugh lines and walls covered with pictures of people I love and adventures taken.
When I am 70 I hope to have a strong heart and body so I can read to school children and walk dogs from the shelter.
When I am 60 I hope to have confidence in the future.
When I am 50 I hope I am dancing.
When I am 40 I hope I am friends with myself.
So today I let my daughter sleep an extra five minutes and listened to her when she told me about her dreams. I strengthened my heart, bones, and muscles with a run and I spoke with my therapist. I was vulnerable, honest, and playful with my partner. I snapped a couple extra pictures of an ordinary day.
I’m hopefully in the first half of my life and I’m finally looking forward to the years ahead.
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