Your favorite virtue: Imagination
Your favorite virtue in man: Trustworthiness, Curiosity, Dependability
Your favorite virtue in woman: Sincerity, Courage, Self-Respect
Your chief characteristic: Generous, Ambitious, Anxious
Your idea of happiness: sunning myself on the dock at Walloon Lake, sun shining, breeze, family playing Frisbee in the water.
Your idea of misery: Working a job where you can’t eat breakfast and dinner with your family every night.
The vice you excuse most: Impatience
The vice you detest most: Arrogance
Your aversion: Condescension and Hawaiian Shirts
Favorite occupation: Day-dreaming
Favorite poet: Edgar Allen Poe
Favorite prose-writer: Charlotte Bronte
Favorite hero: Harry Potter, Atticus Finch
Favorite heroine: Jane Eyre, Brigit Jones
Favorite flower: Peony
Favorite color: Mint, Turquoise, Fuchsia and Royal Blue
Favorite name: Layla (girl), Jackson (boy)
Favorite dish: Curry
Favorite maxim: “If you don’t go to people’s funerals, they won’t go to yours.”-Yogi Berra
Favorite motto: “It’s probably going to get worse before it gets better.”
Dear Future you,
We will travel all over the world and save lives just by making people laugh. You will carry a notebook and lip gloss wherever you go and I will always wear cute shoes. You will dance, and I will clap my hands to the beat. I will tell nothing stories to people, and we will all giggle at the nonsense. Our children will always have bare feet, and long unruly hair. We will live in London for five years and then move to Boston, Portland and then South America. We will learn a new language. You can decide which one, because I don’t really care. You’ll tap your feet to a secret beat every night until I fall asleep and I won’t need anti-depressants or sleeping pills. Our children will always know they are beautiful and silly. They will jammie jam when it is time for bed and help you make waffles for breakfast. I will cook all of our meals from home, except on the weekends when we’ll eat in diners. We’ll host dinner parties with lots of candles and flowers and drink lots of wine, inviting everyone we know. We’ll go on grand adventures, and always make time to paint our nails. We’ll teach our kids about astrology, astronomy, Van Gough, John Wayne, Holly Golightly and calligraphy. We’ll go sail-boating and swing in hammocks. I will write poems and we will sit on our front porch and read. People will come from all over the neighborhood to drink lemonade and gossip with us. In the spring, we’ll plant wild flowers, and in the summer, we’ll go on picnics and swim in the lake. In the fall we’ll carve pumpkins and in the winter we’ll cut out snowflakes and hang twinkle lights. Our children will all play musical instruments. They will love reading, and our daughters will respect themselves because they will know that we treasure them. We’ll read them Harry Potter as they fall asleep, and when they rebel, we’ll wait and pray and trust them to come back home. We won’t worry about money, and we’ll always help out the families we know who are struggling. We’ll always be smiling. You’ll always make me smile.
"She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs – pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud."-Francesca Lia Block
In your happiest daydreams, what does your future hold for you?