10 Years From Now, What Do You Hope Your Life Will Be Like?

Plinky.com is my new best friend, that being said, I’m doing another prompt.

But first, let me tell you about my day and put up some pictures.  I went to the flea market with my good friend Nat (like the bug) and we scoped it out, taking pictures of interesting things we saw. I just wanted to share a few things that people sell, in North Carolina, in the oppressive heat of summer. It’s enlightening, terrifying, and interesting all at once.

An old liquor, I do believe.

Just say No.

I used to cut their hair.

pigs do fly


Catchin' dreams

There’s a bunch more of these pictures, but I thought these best captured (well….maybe) the flea market scene of antiques, rust and odd assortments of nakedness. I’ve also been feeling really crafty lately since visiting my Aunt Nancy and so I’ll do something exciting with these pictures.

However, the big question of this post, is 10 years from now, what do I hope my life will be like.  And, surprisingly, this isn’t really a toughie. I know I want to have a published book of something. Poems, fiction, short fiction, diddies, pictures, non-fiction, memoir (I have some more living to do for this one) or even children’s books.  I desperately want to be a part of the writing community and so this is one of the major hopes I have.  In 10 years, I’ll be 32 years old.

I hope … the world is running on windmill and solar power rather then oil and gas.

I hope my life is happy and I have someone I love to share it with who inspires me daily.

I hope I’m proud to be an American, still.  I

hope I’m a organized hoarder and my house resembles a museum of treasures and odd trinkets.

I hope I have a dog, who likes to play with my cat who by then I hope will be fat and lazy, but still be smart enough to play fetch.

I hope I still have my library of congress poster that Chris bought me because it’s one of my favorite things sitting in my parent’s garage.

I hope I still have the rusting metal willow tree atop my fridge.

I hope I learn to scoop poop faster and do dishes before they start to smell.

I hope I’ve read over 500 books, and keep my favorite in a mini-house library.  Where other women have shoes, I will have books, with markings and sketches and marginalia explaining everything that I thought.

I hope snickers ice cream bars don’t get taken off the shelves of my local grocery store.

I hope I have full mermaid hair and rock it for the next 60 years.

I hope my parents are still alive.

I hope I’m a seasoned, world traveler and planning excursions still.

I hope I’ll have the possibility of having children, but maybe don’t have them yet.

I hope I’ve made enough money to give back to Camp Hanes, where I spent two of the best summers of my life and met most of the important people in my life.  I would also like to give back to the Catholic Diocese of Raleigh and more importantly Search.

I hope to have a wrap around porch with everything from Cracker Barrel rocking chairs to personal hammocks and hanging kerosene lamps.

I hope I never have to do laundry.

I hope I’m challenged everyday, most of all though.

I guess this list is long enough for all my future hopes in the next 10 years.  I sound like a walking coffee advertisement about all the good things you get to wake up to, but I do believe life can be anything you make it as long as you have the will to keep on truckin’ when it’s complete and total shit.  So, here I am, truckin’ in one of those inbetween phases where I’m just scooting by the skin of my pants and hoping it lasts like this forever.

2 thoughts on “10 Years From Now, What Do You Hope Your Life Will Be Like?

  1. bea mannes says:

    I loved this post. A few things.
    I hope you do laundry.
    I hope I am alive in 10 years.
    I hope your home is a “clean and organized museum of trinkets”
    I hope you always write, no matter what else you do in life. And…
    I hope you are always content and inspired.


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