I want to be the kind of woman who can easily turn away from social media when it feels like too much.
I want to be the kind of woman that wouldn’t care that her stomach oozes over her jeans when she’s bent over.
I want to wash my face at the end of every day (I still don’t do this, after all these years).
I want to be better about biting my tongue.
I want to never again throw away any of my journals (what a hard lesson to have learned).
I want to be more patient.
I want to be the kind of woman who isn’t afraid to eat by herself.
I want to be the kind of woman who doesn’t go shopping when she’s feeling blue. In the end, I only feel worse.
I want to perfect the at-home iced vanilla latte before summer comes around
I want to be the kind of woman who wears long, flowing skirts (like this one, recently purchased).
I want to always reach out to those I admire and tell them so.
I want to be the kind of woman who loves wholly and without judgment.
I want to be better about saying enough is enough.
I want to be the kind of woman who takes more risks, goes more places, takes more pictures.
I want to embrace being almost thirty-four.
P.S. The 2014 version