At the outset, I want to enter a disclaimer that even though this blog post is entitled “In My Next Life,” I don’t really believe in reincarnation. Based on my own experiences with deceased loved ones, while I do believe our souls don’t die with our bodies, I don’t think they take on an entirely new life. Nevertheless, for shits and giggles, I’ve put some thought into my next life—the kind of person I would like to be—and decided to share some of them with you. Most of these are tongue-in-cheek so don’t judge me. Or if you do, keep it to yourself 🙂
In my next life, I want to be comfortable in my own skin right out of the gate, or right out of my new mother’s…never mind…you catch my drift. I want to embrace my quirks and imperfections early and not be self-conscious of them.
In my next life, I don’t want to care so much about what other people think about me, aside from people whose opinions I value.
In my next life, I want to discover my passion—whatever it is—early on so that I can hopefully make a living at it.
In my next life, I want to feel more comfortable using guys for sex. OR
In my next life, I’d like to meet the love of my life in high school, marry him, and live happily ever after so I can go my entire life without ever going on a really bad date or experiencing heartache or rejection.
In my next life, I want to be the kind of person who has the confidence to stick up for herself and walk away from toxic friendships before she gets burned. (I am this person now, but I’d like to be born this way…)
In my next life, I’d like to have the kind of butt that’s small enough to look good in bicycle shorts.
In my next life, I want to have cleavage.
In my next life, I want to be an old woman by the time someone I truly love and need passes away.
In my next life, I want to like driving (and be a good driver).
In my next life, I still want most of the same family members and friends as this one.
In my next life, I want to be the type of person who does not require validation from outside sources.
In my next life, I want to worry less.
In my next life, I never want to put someone undeserving on a pedestal or harbor feelings for someone who does not return them.
In my next life, I hope my crushes are less crushing.
In my next life, I hope to bruise less easily. I mean that in the literal sense, but the figurative sense applies too.
In my next life, I want to have a good sense of direction.
In my next life, I want to have a great singing voice and awesome dance moves.
In my next life, I want to be my best self so that I never imagine what I’d like to be in my next life! Until that happens, I’ll work on those things above that don’t require a time machine or surgery 🙂
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