Sometimes I wish I could justify going a little blonder. Sit in a salon chair. Walk out feeling like a woman.
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t wearing her hand me downs. Style myself freely. Fully express who I am.
Sometimes I wish I was out with my camera during golden hour. Planning my next creative adventure. Pushing my skills beyond my known limits.
Sometimes I wish I knew what song was playing on the radio. The latest trend. Current culture.
Sometimes I wish I could meet a friend for coffee. Talk about a hobby. Linger for the ambiance.
But only sometimes. Because most times, I’m pretty caught up in living the life I asked Jesus for. I’m pretty awestruck being a mama. I’m pretty grateful it’s absolutely consuming. I’m pretty aware there’s nothing I want more than my reality.