I'm writing a chapter of my book.
I'll probably be playing catch.
And, I don't know what I'll do after that.
I might listen to music,
Or even lay on the floor staring at the fan.
I don't plan out my life.
Most people do.
I sometimes wish I did.
But I don't.
I'd rather be messy than stressed.
I'd rather be unorganized than a control freak.
But, that's just me.
A lot of people have different opinions.
I won't blame them.
If there's one question that I'm tired of hearing,
It's going to be the one I was asked in preschool.
Then again in kindergarten.
And again the next year.
And the next.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Why can't I be something now?
I have a lot of things I don't want to be.
I know I might seem depressed,
But I am happy most of the time.
I just let different things weigh me down.
When I grow up,
I want to be happy.
I want to want to make a difference.
A big one.
So I'm going to start now.
As a child.
That way I have practice.