Six months from now, I’ll be doing English papers on Shakespeare, and taking courses in Greek mythology, ethics, logic and religion.
Six months from now, I’ll be supporting myself by working part time.
Six months from now I’ll be learning how to draw better.
Six months from now, I’ll have an active blog, instead of month-long dead spaces.
Six months from now, I’ll be taking care of myself, doing what I love to do: which is writing and learning about the literature that has defined our culture, its beauty and depth.
Six months from now, I’ll be in the same place physically, but older, more mature, more joyous than right now.
In six months, I’ll be happy to make supper regularly with my roommate
In six months, my money (not anybody else’s!) will be budgeted to the dollar.
In six months, I’ll be seeing more plays than I’ve seen in the last three years
Sometime in six months, I’ll be playing video games, socially, healthily, and without guilt.
In six months, I’d have been a leader at camp, and an active part of that community.
In six months, I’ll be a catch.
In six months, I’ll be running 10k without stopping.
In six months, I’ll be closer to God, and to reality.
Six months from now, I’ll be fit, and able to beat my roommate in squash, like I once did.
Sometime in six months, I’ll either know how to blow glass, make glass sculptures, or learn how to work a forge.
In six months, my imagination will be expanded.
In six months I will be able to (and will) handle more responsibility.
Six months from now, my heart will not cry out in pain from hopes and dreams deferred.
Six months from now, I’ll be walking a path that I’ve should have walked three years ago.
