If I had an hour a day all to myself, in a clean & quiet space, I could be a prolific writer. (I might not be a GOOD writer. But at least I’d be producing something.)
If I had a gym membership again, and a friend up here to go with me like I did in Florida, I could get in shape and be a fit 27-year-old.
If I had a little more patience and a little less on my daily to-do list, I could probably be an awesome mother. (Not that I’m currently a horrible mother, I just see room for improvement, dig?)
If I had a better work ethic and fewer distractions (read: no internet access), I could be the world’s most diligent housekeeper.
If I had more room in the budget and made a few trips to the fancy grocery stores, I could be a sweet chef who turns out some amazing, mouthwatering meals that might even convince my husband that healthy food doesn’t suck.