There are so many things I want to do.
I want to read. Books from long ago. Books from last week. Books that mean things and books that don’t.
I want to travel everywhere and SEE as much as I can while I am young and my body is able.
I want to write songs and stories and translate what’s inside my head into something solid or audible and beautiful.
I want to take care of my body and ensure that it will last long enough to do everything I want it to do, and take me where I want to go.
I want to experience life in places I haven’t yet been able to. There is so much more to the world outside of Dublin. I have been on top of mountains in the Alps, and seen the sunrise from an island in Lake Victoria. There is so much more.
I want to love and be loved, but do so without losing myself in the process.
I want to strengthen this new-found courage, this sense of self that has begun to appear, and use it to help others who are disappearing.
I want to work and live for ME, instead of for somebody else.
I want to let myself take opportunities that are presented to me, and give myself a chance to make something out of them, even if it seems at first that I won’t.
I want to be able to do the difficult lifting poses in yoga.
I want to learn to speak French and Italian.
I want to sleep.