I wish I had more time for fun, to be in the moment with no concerns or stress. Without thinking about what should be, could be, would be.
I wish I had more time with those I’ve lost. To know more, learn more, appreciate more. To say the things I wish I’d said, to ask the questions I wish I’d asked. To hear their stories and tell my own.
I wish I had more time as me; no role to hide behind. To remember the old me, to get to know the new me. To understand my life, my loves, my frustrations, myself. To focus on the good, work on the bad; to discover and grow.
I wish I had more time at this. At writing; expanding ideas, catching thoughts. Playing with words, spinning stories. Recording moments, capturing memories. Honing, sharpening, improving.
I wish I had more time on projects. Ones just for me. To paint again, to draw. To lose myself in the process; to stretch myself, to push myself, to create. To try new things, learn new skills, get excited.
I wish I had more time to simply be. To enjoy my children, not clean. To spend time with my family, not shop. To go to the park, not tidy. To do activities, not laundry. To laugh without thought; to smile without worry.
I wish I had more time in hand for all these things. Endless moments for all I love; no compromises; no missed opportunities.
I wish I had more time for everything; but until I do, every moment I have will count.
You can find this weeks #ThePrompt linky here. I do hope this topic inspired you; I look forward to reading about what you would do if you had more time.