Today’s Daily Prompt: Our blogs morph over time, as interests shift and life happens. Write a post for your blog — but three years in the future.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us LIFE.
I can’t tell you what my life is going to look like in three years. To be honest, I don’t even know how I’m going to feel when I wake up tomorrow morning. Yesterday, I felt wonderful. This morning, I feel uneasy. But somehow I know it’ll be okay.
I know what I’d like my life to be like in three years. Maybe it will happen, maybe it won’t, although I’m leaning more towards the former. Maybe things will take a quick shift and turn out how I hoped but with a different twist.
At the end of the day it all comes down to me needing just one chance. Just one chance to see if this can work. I’m praying that I didn’t miss it. I have never wanted to visit a psychic more in my life.
In three years, I would like to be able to share this strange story and not have to be so secretive about it because I feel like an idiot for even believing that it could happen. If it ever does, I’m sure I’ll be a writer with a loss for words. God is funny like that.