In response to this blogging event: http://www.maddyathome.com/when-im-sixty-four/
I am now 36 years old, I will be 64 in 2043.
When I’m 64 I honestly hope that my life isn’t much different than it is now, just a better version. I hope to be more spiritually grounded, to have an even stronger relationship with God. I hope to still be writing, maybe professionally by then. I hope to be a little more traveled, with stories of many adventures, and not to have lost my wanderlust, still planning trips to faraway places on the globe I haven’t yet discovered.
I hope that I’ve become a mother by then, with an adult child that I also count as a friend.
I hope to celebrate my 35th wedding anniversary surrounded by close friends and family, and I hope my parents are at my side. I hope to still have my optimism, to not have grown so cynical that I can’t laugh myself into hysterics with my friends over a glass of wine or enjoy a goofy comedy. I hope I have the same friends I do now.
I hope to have lost my sometimes crippling fear of failure. To speak my mind and not worry who’s listening.
I hope my husband and I will have finally found the dream home that we can see in our heads, lived in, slightly messy, with my notes and ideas for new books stuck on post-its all over the walls, overflowing bookshelves, memories of raising our child and our many animals, with lots of land for our current pets to roam. A bedroom for our son or daughter to come back to when they visit that makes them feel happily nostalgic and safe.
Most of all, I hope that if I stumble across this blog somehow in 2043, I laugh or cry tears of joy and not sadness.