What I Really Want

Recently, my friend, Susan, asked her Facebook peeps, “What do you really want? No really.” My first response was lame. I claimed it was too big of a question. Then I changed my mind. (I want to be able to change my mind.)


I want to live a life that would make my mother proud. I want to be a mother. I want the world to learn how to live their dreams. I want to experience the magic all the time. I want people to learn how to be accountable for their actions.  I want to read. I want to write. I want to learn. I want to teach. I want people to have full lives and full bellies. I want to stop animal cruelty. I want to stop human cruelty. I want to experience different cultures. I want to live in another country. I want to lie in bed and listen to the rain. I want to love my body. I want you to love yours. I want to be surrounded by beauty. I want to no longer see the ugliness of the world. I want a new perspective. I want kids to put away their electronics and learn how to be bored.  I want silence. I want to sing. I want to create.  I want everyone to know what unconditional love feels like. I want to dance when I feel like it.  I want to yodel from a mountaintop. I want to see the wonders of the world. I want to see the wonder inside of you. I want you to see it, too.