I have to. I won’t tolerate it being bland.
I want to learn how to fix cars.
I want to shave my head.
I want to visit ha long bay.
I want to get a bartending license.
I want to work at hooters.
I want to corset train.
I want to take a train across canada.
I want to be an au pair.
I want to live out of the back of my car.
I want to get tattoos.
I want to learn how to drive a motorcycle.
I want guinea pigs, skinny pigs.
I want to learn hebrew and visit israel.
I want to learn serbian and visit my reletives there.
I want to go to the altay mountains.
I want to live in Georgia, USA.
I want to go to Mongolia.
I want to go to Beunos Aires.
I want to dress like I’m from the 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 90s.
I want to go to New Zealand.
I want to see prague.
I want to travel.
I want to write a book.
I want to have experiences that I can’t even think of, that only happen as opportunity arises.
I want to make something. I want to be something.