Luke and I had an exchange the other day that stemmed from me not getting enough sleep. Now, I’m a 33-year-old-woman who can still sleep for 12 hours at a stretch if I’m not woken up, so when I get anything less than 6 or 7 hours, I’m down for the count. I always wake up exhausted, poopy, and just plain whiney – all extremely attractive characteristics. I ended up whining to Luke soon after waking up one of these mornings, “What’s gonna haaaaaaaappen to me? Is this real life?”
Later that day, after I got some energy/caffeine, I asked Luke, “What’s going to happen to us?” I asked him earnestly, and asked him to tell me a story. He told me all about the rest of our life, and it was lovely in the strangest, sweetest, funniest way.
I want you to write that story for yourself. Start from today and have it cover the next 50+ years, even in just a few sentences. You can do it.
What’s going to happen to you?