I want to be at peace in my mind. I want to be happy more than I am sad.
I want to be at peace with my body. I want to care for it, to feel comfortable in it.
I want to have a family. Not just the one I was born into. I want to create my own, with our own traditions, a unit that is uniquely mine.
I want to have a partner. Someone to witness life with me. Someone to care for who will care for me.
I want to raise children. I want to try this thing that seems so essential to understanding the human experience, not because I was told that that is what women should do, not because I think that it will somehow complete me, but because I think it would be the biggest, most exhausting and challenging adventure I could ever take.
I want to spend time with the people I love. I want to know them. I want to look back and know that I made them my biggest priority.
I want to see something of this world. I want to see mountains and rivers and lakes and oceans and marvel at the beauty of this earth.
I want to love my job. I want it to be a piece of my life, not the whole.
I want to leave my mark. Even if it is small. I want someone’s life to be better because I existed.
I want to love and be loved.
I want lazy Sundays, sunny Saturdays, Tuesday night tacos.
I want to sing, and to write, and to create things.
I want to know that, even if I get none of the things I want, I will be okay.
What do you want?