Live happily ever after

If you know me, you know that I’m pretty much a bookworm. I read and read and if I could, I’d probably camp out at the library. I don’t think that makes me too much of a dork (you know, I balance it out with mindless things like parties and clothes).

But I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wished I lived in a book! Real life is so much stranger than fiction because in fiction, everything has to happen for a reason. The reader starts out skeptical, and so you have to prove yourself if you’re spinning a story. Life?—it’s not so simple, and there are no happy endings (or even rational endings) guaranteed.

My happy ending wouldn’t necessarily end with the prince. I’m not saying that I need a glass slipper and a midnight ball—only for things to work out like they should.

Live happily ever after?
...when I figure out the plot, I’ll trace it to the ending and see what’s there. And for now, I guess I’ll take it page by page—day by day.

Right now (for me) I guess it would be taking things day by day and seeing the “miraculous in the common,” to quote Emerson. I’d love to get into a college where I will feel at home; I’d like to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. Getting my running injury healed is a major goal as well. I’d like to keep all of my wonderful friends and make some new ones—I’d like to find that kind of romance that steals your breath away (to use a so-true cliche). I want to make my family proud; I want to keep them together.

Right now, my number one goal is to never, never take time with anyone for granted ever again. I want a happy ending to almost every day—and when those individual days are put together, I’m sure they’ll add up to a “happily ever after.”

For the ultimate, foggy future, I guess I’m thinking that I’d like to live past 40. I’d like to work at a job that I love (psychologist? oncologist? molecular biologist?). I’d like to keep and make tons of friends…I’d like to marry someone lovely inside and out. I’d like to write something and have it published. Most of all, I think, I’d like to have a daughter. You know—fulfill that whole “I missed out on the mom thing and so now I have to be one.” Well, I didn’t really miss out. Things just got…[[complicated]...anyway.

I’d like to have the happy ending that my mom dreamed about—
except, for me, it’s going to be real.

It might not be perfect (or even close to perfect) but as long as there’s a silver lining and I’m not a total failure at life I think it’s going to be okay.

I’ll do whatever it takes!