I want to be inspired. I crave this.
I want to be creative.
I want to create.
I want to write.
I want to get published.
I want to be an artist.
I want to love what I do.
I want to do what I love.
I want to be a photographer.
I want to wake with an abounding enthusiasm for my days.
I want to dream, really dream.
I want to live in New York City.
I want to feel the city breathe.
I want to do something new. Something different.
I want to be challenged.
I want to take risks.
I want to find balance.
I want to learn from my mistakes.
I want to be Brooklyn Funky.
I want to paint.
I want to design.
I want to be blissfully happy.
I want to leave the world a better place than I found it.
I want to do something important.
I want to be part of something big.
I want to dream big. I want to live big.
I want to volunteer.
I want to laugh so hard that I cry.
I want a personal mission statement.
I want to get crazy.
I want to speak fluent French.
I want to be me. I want to be someone else.
I want to be a rock start at a dinner party.
I want to play the guitar and piano. Again.
I want to sing. Every day.
I want to truly appreciate the bounty that is my life.
I want to make every day count.
I want this.
I need this.
I will get this.
