Sometimes all I hear in my head is the resonating refrain of my own wants and desires.
I want to lose weight.
I want to have more time to read.
I want to have more time to write.
I want to spend my days languidly drinking coffee and discussing literature with my husband.
I want to have more some peace and quiet.
I crave peace and quiet.
I want the words I speak to sink in and mean something to the person I speak to.
I want more energy.
I want my family to visit more.
I want a baby.
I want a maid.
I want to matter.
I want my mother to be healed.
I want more patience.
I want less challenges and more relaxation.
I want to sip more wine.
I want to lose weight.
I want to have more time to read.
I want to have more time to write.
I want to spend my days languidly drinking coffee and discussing literature with my husband.
I want to have more some peace and quiet.
I crave peace and quiet.
I want the words I speak to sink in and mean something to the person I speak to.
I want more energy.
I want my family to visit more.
I want a baby.
I want a maid.
I want to matter.
I want my mother to be healed.
I want more patience.
I want less challenges and more relaxation.
I want to sip more wine.