If yesterday is tab worthy, then surely tomorrow is.
After all, if your hands are full of yesterday’s junk then you can’t reach for anything new.
I’ve been told I tend to buck society.
A bit unconventional.
Sometimes, I don’t plan. The order in which I do things might not make sense to some.
I might not be what you call…systematic.
I got married and had kids young.
I enjoyed every single minute of the ten years I was a stay-at- home mom.
Some of the best years of my life, in fact.
And, then the fork in the road.
Starting over.
New dreams.
Self reinvention.
At 35.
But, I feel 18.
And, at the brink of my future.
So, tomorrow.
It’s risky to talk about your dreams.
What if they don’t happen.
I could look foolish.
I might be pitied.
Considered a pipe dreamer.
Nevertheless,
I dream of tomorrow.
I want to raise strong and independent daughters.
I want to speak.
I want to write.
I want to empower women.
And, I will start today.
