I would teach art to children.
I would go back to Africa. I would fly with my airplane-shy husband.
I would tell all the people I know (in real life and via blogs) how much they mean to me, how much they brighten my days.
I would plant a lemon grove, even in rainy Northwest Washington.
I would make pottery and paint it turquoise.
I would dry my laundry on a clothesline in the (scarce) sunshine.
I would collect blooming peonies all summer from my small garden.
I would write daily and make my blog something of cohesion rather than just random posts.
I would raise a bunny and train it to use a litter box. I’d build a hutch for the back porch since we don’t have a yard yet. I’d feed it carrots and lettuce and alfalfa pellets like I did when I was 8.
I’d spend more time with children and keep my perspective fun-loving and lively.
I would love my husband even more than I do today, coming up on our fourth anniversary next week.
I would be content with all the happy things that are already a part of my life. I know I can.