When I’m really old, I hope to look back at my life and know that I:
. . . made mistakes, but learnt to pick myself up and move on
. . . learnt to build relationships without expecting anything in return
. . . wrote my heart out in little love notes, unseen essays and long-winded letters filled with angst
. . . made some of the best friends a woman could ask for, but that some would fade away
. . . understood that it’s fine to be alone on some days but to never feel lonely
. . . hugged my daughter so tight on some days that we both couldn’t breathe
. . . didn’t make too big a fuss over the little things like spilled paint and muddy shoes on my carpet
. . . swore to protect my child from all manner of evil, knowing that it would be an impossible promise
. ..wouldn’t change one bit of it, not the ugliness, the sadness and the desperation or the smiles, the chuckles and the rib-tickling laughter.
For without it all, I wouldn’t be me.
This is a Finish The Sentence Friday post.
Today’s prompt is:
“When I’m really old, I hope to look back at my life and know that I…”
All you have to do is write a post completing the sentence “When I’m really old, I hope to look back at my life and know that I…” and link up at any of the three blogs mentioned above.