I’m not a dreamer, not a planner, not a goal setter. In three years, god willing, my life will be exactly as it is now. Happily unsatisfied, but happy just the same.
I’m really too lazy to chase anything bigger or better.
I don’t really want the responsibility and the chaos of winning a million dollars. I prefer the simple life I have right now. I’m grateful to have enough money to buy groceries and pay the bills. Thankful to be able to save up for a holiday next year.
In three years Sid will be almost seven years old. I will be fifty, ughhhh yikes. I hope to be in the same house, at the same job and with the same fine lines on my face as I do now. I might even have the same car but that’s pushing it as I like to change cars the way some people change underwear.
I hope to have more indoor house plants in three years, I really went on a house plant killing spree this past year and I’m not sure why. I had close to forty plants last year at this time and I’ve lost quite a few. I want to get that number back up there.
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