I don't like or want to rush time. Every day is a gift and is meant to be lived to its fullest. Having said that, I look ahead some days. With the hope that the storms of today will be over by then. Maybe not in a year, but in two years?
So, if I indulge in a little fantasy today about two years from now, if the good Lord's willing and the creek don't rise, it might look a little something like this:
In two years:
We'll be settled in a new house.
All my kids will be out of college and gainfully employed.
COVID will be a cringe-y nightmare we look back on.
I won't have to wear a mask in the grocery store, or anywhere else.
I can travel.
I'll be outside more than inside.
Kids will all be back in school face-to-face and there will be laughter and learning.
Businesses won't be boarded up and cities will begin to thrive again.
People will make strides in acceptance and happiness.
I will have a bestselling book. :-)
These are only a few of so many fast-forwards I hope for. There are lots of bigger and more important things the world needs that aren't here on my first-world list of happy thoughts.
My wish of hope and joy for you all is a given. There will always be struggle and strife and tragedy--the bad and the good together.
I've started writing book two of my Louisiana series. So, I'll keep you posted on that front.
Since we're not two years into the future, let's all try to live our best lives right now. Pay it forward, be kind, and try to love the ones we're with. Life is nothing if not unpredictable, so we should treasure our days.
All the best!
Susan Sands
