I don't want to talk about training.
I don't want to talk about how far or fast I ran.
I don't want to talk about what I ate before or after or how much sleep I got or if it was good or bad.
I don't want to talk about budgets.
I don't want to talk about how much to pay this or that vendor.
I don't want to talk about a late or damaged delivery.
I don't want to talk about the kids,
or their sports,
or their grades.
I want to talk about me.
Or does this dress look good on me?
or this one?
Or what are you afraid of? What do you love?
Where Have I been? Where do I want to go?
or could I disappear for 6 months?
where would I go? What would I do?
would you go with me?
Let's be frivolous.
Let's stay up all night talking over a bottle of wine.
I want to....go.
I want to climb Macchu Picchu.
I want to stare in wonder at pyramids.
I want to wonder if I could have been Queen in ancient Egypt.
Je veux marcher le long de la seine
et de boire du café
I want to kiss the blarney stone.
Where will I be in 5 years? On top of a mountain? In the middle of the ocean? Sitting on a beach watching the sunrise?
Will I be here?