One day, when I'm older, I want to wear linen caftans, you know the ones, the kind you see on chic older artist types... the kind that make you go, "damn, I wish I could wear a shapeless bag dress and look that good... if I wore that I would look like a sack of potatoes, but that lady has it going on." I want to have it going on... in a caftan.
I want to have long hair that is perfectly disheveled and knotted effortlessly on my head, where on my head is of no consequence. It could even be half up in a knot, hell it could even be 'knot' free, but I want it to look perfect while simultaneously giving off a 'zero f&*!s given" vibe.
I want to wear copious amounts of jewelry. Like an obnoxious amount. I'm talking bangles to my elbows (ok... maybe not that much, but there will for sure be rings on eight out of my ten digits). Each piece will have it's own story, giving a perfect reason for why I refuse to remove it from my body at any given time. My children will, over the years, receive pieces from my hoard of adornments. However, certain items will be too sacred and, therefore, will remain on my person until deaths icy grip tragically removes me from this world.
I want to care for people, the way an overbearing Italian grandmother does. You come to my home and I will feed you, thats all there is to it. Cooking and baking will be one of my many past times. Everyone will tell me I should open a restaurant but I will humbly refuse because my joy comes from taking care of those I love.
Also, in my grandmother like qualities, I will love fiercely and kiss many a cheek. I will cherish our time together and teach you all of the things I have learned in my time on this earth (I will say things like "my time on this earth"). I will listen to you, as if your every word were Shakespeare and (once you are done yammering) I will give sage advice with absolutely unwavering love and brutal honesty (you will thank me later).
I want to laugh until I cry, daily. I want to "suck the marrow" out of life and "reach for the stars".
I want to work in my garden daily and have colorful wicker baskets full of the produce I harvested strewn about the kitchen.
I want to read the New York Times and critically acclaimed novels.
I want to speak (at least) 4 languages (including chinese... it is the way of the future after all).
And, on top of all this, I want to have learned that life is best lived one day at a time; which is why I will hold my memories close but each new day even closer.