Are you living the fullest life possible?
I know I’m not. But I want to.
When I am a much older gal, sitting on my front porch with my cats drinking my umpteenth glass of lemonade, I want to be able to reflect on all the twists and turns my life took. I want to be able to smile at all the times I fully stepped out of my comfort zone and experienced something remarkable. I want to remember all the times the wind whipped through my hair and felt the sun kiss my face. I want to reminisce on sunsets setting into the ocean, cobblestones beneath my wobbly feet, sidewalks beckoning me into their quaint coffee shops.
I don’t want predictability. I want extraordinary. Extra. Ordinary.
I want what the world has to offer. I want to walk beneath the Eiffel Tower. I want to ride the London Eye. I want to spend Christmas in a cabin in the mountains and truly wake up to a white Christmas. I want to help. I want to do. I want to truly live.
I want to someday be on my porch and smile a small smile to myself and know that my life was everything I thought it could be and more. I want to know that I focused on the promise of never-ending tomorrows and felt the grass beneath my bare feet and flowers graze my tender fingertips.
Someday I will be on my porch and I will know that I truly lived life.