I find myself thinking about the somedays.
Someday, I'll drive a nice car, with air conditioning that functions and windows that don't get stuck.
Someday, I'll travel again, and I'll see beautiful new things and meet wonderful new people.
Someday, I'll own a bright red bike, a fancy-pants camera, and I'll have bookshelves from floor to ceiling.
(And of course, I'll have all the time in the world to ride my bike, use my camera, and read the books that fill my shelves, floor to ceiling.)
Someday, I'll feel those butterflies in my stomach again. You know, the ones that come with falling in love.
Someday, I'll live near the ocean. And I'll take long walks beside it, and spend countless hours floating upon it.
Someday, I'll learn to love my weird nose and white thighs, and embrace the fact that I'm never going to be a leggy brunette.
And someday, I'm going to wake up, and know what it feels like to love my life.
I desperately want to know this feeling.
my someday will be