10 years from now, I want to say I'll be blogging. Stomp my feet and storm out of a virtual room because obviously HOW CAN YOU ASK ME SUCH A QUESTION?! But the truth is, I'm as random as they come. One day I'm pouring my heart out on this blog, the next day you know I've stopped writing for a year. (2011, 4 posts) a testament to how little or how much I can write (25 posts in December).
10 years from now a lot of who I am is going to be different. I'm not the same person as I was when I was 14, I won't be the same when I'm 34. You know what I wanted when I was 14? Getting the hell out of school so I wouldn't have to study. You know for how many years I've had to study after school, almost 8 years and it's still not over. I wanted nothing more than to get out of school. When I'm 34, I'll be very happy if I've survived society and half as free spirited as I am today. (Dear future self, please be cool.)
So I don't have a stomp my feet walk out of the room conviction that I'll be blogging, but I know I'll be writing. I know on quiet nights, when the world is asleep, I'll pull out my book and start scribbling. I'll probably think of this very moment, smile a little and then write some. But I'll be around words. I want to be. But then K sera sera. I don't talk about 2 days from now, it's too much to expect Maggie Lawate to say anything about 10 years.