Dailyprompt-1907

Ten years from now…
I’ll be 65.

That thought alone feels both distant 
and closer than I expect.

I don’t see a perfect plan,
or a life mapped out 
in every detail.

But I do see something simple…
and meaningful.

I hope I’m still writing.

Still showing up 
to the page,
to the words,
to the quiet space where I meet myself.

I hope I’m still creating—still feeling inspired by the small things,
the everyday moments that turn into something more.

I hope I’ve found 
even more peace within myself.

Less doubt.
Less questioning.
More trust.

And maybe…
more freedom
 to just be 
without needing to prove anything.

If I still have my voice,
my creativity,
and the ability to connect—

then I will already have everything I need.

Because in the end,
it’s not about where I am…

but that I’m still here—still feeling,
still writing,
still becoming.

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