I realized this evening that I will never be some of the things that I secretly want to be.
I will never be a beautiful movie star who walks the red carpet.
I will never be a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader.
I will never be a doctor who saves lives.
I may never be a mother.
I will however be older come July 16th.
I wonder what I’ll be then.
Will I continue to still be a woman who doesn’t know what she truly wants?
Will I be the girl who used to love to wake up in the morning simply because it was new?
Am I destined to relive daily events over and over, without electrical moments?
I want electrical moments.
How do people live without them?
I want to gasp as the current runs through me.
Lose my breath as exhilaration permeates my lungs.
Tingle with expectation.
Vibrate with want.
Be breathless with desire