I haven’t posted here in a really long time. Tomorrow, I’m going to make a new blog, start fresh and share my heart out. My health is pretty pour and writing always makes me feel better. But for tonight, as I sit alone in the most boring town in America, i’m going to share a little thought.
For some strange reason, I was at pilates today and was thinking about my future. I started thinking about how much i love going to the gym, and being in shape. My weight is something I’m struggling with right now, but that’s not my fault and i’ll talk about that later.
I’ve been watching wedding videos lately, probably because my heart has never been this overjoyed, well. ever.
I claimed to be in love once but he didn’t feel the same. I’ve always been treated poorly, but then again. Thats, yet again, another story.
The point of this post was to talk about my strange dream of the future. I want to be a political journalist; whatever that means these days. Today in my class, I was fantasizing aout my future life. Living in one of my favorite cities, wearing designer suits, traveling all around the world and being a little famous. But then I realized, I don’t really want that anymore. Secretly? I wanna work for a really small news company and own a pilates/yoga studio during the night. I want children and a husband who puts up with my crazy ideas. I want to take family trips. I want to be immerse my family with music and art and irrationality. I don’t want to be practical anymore.