There is just something about dressing up- just… any kind really. When I have kids they will never lack for dress up outfits. Whatever they want to be, how many layers they want to put on… it will be perfectly normal to just lounge around the house dressed like a gypsy or a pirate, a princess or a forest ruffian. And I will be there right beside them showing them that there are somethings you never need to outgrow.
Yep. I even had a gameplan and everything, but my sisters are bitches and flat-out refused, even though it involved Peter Pan and hot chocolate and pajamas. And SLEEPING. WHO WOULD REFUSE SLEEPING. My bitchy sisters, that’s who.
WHO CAN REFUSE PETER PAN AND HOT CHOCOLATE AAANNNNDDD PAJAMAS?!?!?!?!?!?
When I think about my future…. it’s a funny thing. Most people envision the job they will to have, or the one the hope they will have, some even think of the impossible dream job that they might not even think possible. Some people see themselves with loved ones, how Thanksgiving dinners and Christmas Eves will go down. Some think of parties and what it will be like to truly be free and on your own. Some think of the friends they will have, or the ones they do have, the ones they keep. Some think of where they’ll go, what they’ll do, how they’ll change the world in their own little way. I can think of those things to, if you ask me, I can answer the question right if you ask it. But truly, honestly, that’s not what I see when I think about my future. I don’t think about people in my future, I just don’t see them in the picture in my head. In my head I’m in a large cabin- like really large, I can see it, so detailed like it’s real, it must be a loft or something because the majority of it has like…. 20 foot ceilings. And its all wood- and everything inside is white- the linens, the bed, the sofa, the plates, the bowls…. all the decorations, with some plants. And it’s in the mountains, and it’s winter, so the whole woods around the house are covered in snow; so the outside is like a natural mirror for the inside. And I’m there, I can almost see myself, but I also feel like I’m really there. And I have a mug of hot tea…. a big mug, a big white mug and I’m just holding it (um… yeah I do that when I’m lonely, I just make tea and hold it and think…. it’s weird I know). Most of the time I’m just standing in the main hall….
So, yeah, that’s my idea of the future I guess… I don’t know what it means either.