When Taylor announced she was doing a link up, before even hearing the topic, I was all about it. I was even more excited when I found the topic was something I’ve been wanting to write about but just didn’t know how to express it: Someday I Will.
This has been on my mind a lot lately. There have been a lot of decisions over at In Between land and that means that I have a lot weighing on my heart. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but sometimes it puts you in a weird position. Am I making sense? Or am I semi talking to myself here? Probably the latter.
Someday I will figure out what I really want out of life. What do I really want to do? That question still hasn’t been answered.
Someday I will actual decorate my house. It’s only been a year and 9 months and my excuse is that I just don’t know the theme I want yet. It’s a lame excuse.
Someday I will finish that book that I’ve started to write, oh, a dozen times.
Someday I will learn how to apply eyeliner. We already know I’m the worst at contouring. But I can’t put on eyeliner without looking like a raccoon. Maybe I just don’t have the complexion for it.
Someday I will stop drinking Diet Coke. The thrill of a fizzy beverage and zero calories is something I have never gotten over. That day is not today.
Someday I will own a beach house big enough to fit my entire family so we can go there whenever we please.
Someday I will work for myself. This has been my dream since I was about 6 years old when I started “Helene’s Workout Camp” and I lined up the stuffed animals and ordered them to stretch and do jumping jacks. I just still haven’t figured out the “what” of the business I’ll be running.
Someday I will consistently work out and eat healthy. That day is also not today.
Someday I will convince the people that run Tomorrowland that I am the bees knees and they cannot continue running the largest electronic dance music festival in the world without me blogging about it. NO, I’M SERIOUS. Please?
Someday I will travel the world, and go wherever the wind takes Michael and I. And Hugo has to come too.
Someday I will realize I don’t have to have it all figured out. That it’s perfectly fine to not know everything. It’s about the journey (or if you’re a Miley fan, it’s the climb) and that in reality, it will work out in the end.
What will you do someday?