I want to write something really good. I want to write all the words that mean something important. I want to publish all the words that mean something important. I want to write about everything that means something to me. I want to write about everything that means something to God.
I want a room full of plants. I want to open the door and smell the flowers and the leaves and the soil. I want to see things grow and bloom and flourish. I want to feel inspired every time I see something grow and bloom and flourish. I want to be inspired to grow every day.
I want books on every surface. I want to breathe in experience and stories. I want to read every second like my eyes cannot stay open unless they are seeking beauty. I want to read when I cannot sleep and I want to read when I should be asleep. I want to pick up a book and soak in the words until they become my own. I want to pick up a book that has my name on the cover and my words on the pages and I want my words to become your own.
I want a kitchen that smells like fresh bread or pumpkin soup or herbs I’ve picked from the garden. I want to cook as many dishes as I can at once. I want to cook like I’ve been doing it my whole life. I want to bake until I’ve made every dessert to ever exist.
I want to be a fast runner. I want to enjoy running. I want to run wherever I go. I want to run and be fit. I want to run marathons and run along the beach and run through suburbs. I want to run without feeling tired. I want to run with a smile on my face.
Pretty much a stream of consciousness. Which is writing without stopping, thinking, and editing. Pretty much.