In my next life I will have a mom taxi that will take me anywhere I want to go. I won’t worry about how far away it is, how much a gallon of gas costs, or whether it is convenient. It will always be there to pick me up and take me home, and I’ll never be tapped to read a map or navigate directions.
In my next life I will have lots of hobbies that take precedent over everyone else’s hobbies. I will change my mind and my interests on a whim, because I will be busy finding myself. I will go back to school and study whatever I want without a thought of whether it will pay the bills.
In my next life I will stand in the front of the rallying call rather than blending into the crowd. I will call the kettle black (or red, or green or whatever the color may be) and let politeness be an afterthought. I will let someone else return the phone calls left on the answering machine and I’ll never have to change a password again for security reasons.
In my next life, I will sing without ever hitting a wrong note, dance without losing my center, and paint the landscape that only lives in my head. I will cherish my smile lines knowing they were well-earned, and retire my alarm clock because I am worth the wait.
In my next life, I will remember my past life and I will be thankful.