Sunday, October 21, 2007

I decided to decide.

Life (n): that unexplainable, incorrigible mass of weightless opportunitistic possibility; that lovingly hateful existence of happiness and sadness, each day ending in a good result or a bad result, both of which withhold negative connotations: the bad days are, well, bad and the good days have to end; that short chance every person gets to live, to try living, even in the hurt and the happiness.
Life is short. What do I want to do with it? I decided to decide.

I want to take for granted that my work get published on a continual basis and pretend not to appreciate it when someone talks to me about something I’ve written.
I want to fall asleep and wake up with a person I know will always not only love me, but always be in love with me.
I want to see my play on a stage, any stage.
I want to be a good sister.
I want to learn about a different country in its native language.
I want wear beautiful clothes to beautiful theatres.
I want to spend most of my wedding reception dancing with my best friend, then live with him, want him, fight with him, love him, for the rest of my life.
I want to be in tune with what my body needs, but not over- or under-indulge.
I want to name my daughter Liv.