poetry and prose

In 2035, I will be 45. We will move out of the city to a place with a little more land. My son will be 18 and about to graduate high school and my daughter will be in her second year of college.

My husband will be working as a clinical psychologist, making a butt load of money, and I’ll have moved on from my role as a Clinical Director (I think).

If I was still working for the same company, I think I will move up to some kind of regional director, but maybe in ten years I will go back to a private practice and start writing more books.

Two of our dogs will have passed, but one should still be around. Two of our cats would hopefully still be alive too.

I hope that I’ll be very active.. running and cycling as much as I can. Sending my husband to work with delicious meals and enjoying the occasional bottle of nice wine.

Sounds pretty dreamy.