Sometimes I…

Sometimes I wish I lived in a different era, like the 1860s or the 1940s. 
Sometimes I sing at the top of my lungs while driving in my car.  Alone.
Sometimes I wish I had a pet Akita.
Sometimes I want to quit my job and become a professional concert photographer.
Sometimes I wish I knew sign language.
Sometimes I drive 100MPH just for the thrill.
Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if my parents had never left the former Yugoslavia and moved to the United States. 
Sometimes I am Team Jacob. 
Sometimes I wish my thoughts had an “off” switch.
Sometimes I wish I was less curvy so I could wear more clothing from places like ModCloth.
Sometimes I wish that my brother wasn’t autistic.
Sometimes I hate myself for wishing that.
Sometimes I like to dance in the rain. 
Sometimes I want to quit my job and become a professional writer.
Sometimes I wish I lived in Australia or New Zealand. 
Sometimes I listen to Bon Jovi on repeat.
Sometimes I feel beautiful.
Sometimes I wish money grew on trees.  And I owned said trees.
Sometimes I wonder if I am destined to always get the “You’re my best friend, but I am not in love with you” speech.
Sometimes I wonder what is wrong with me that the man I thought was “the one” wasn’t able to love me back. 
Sometimes I read the last page of a book first. 
Sometimes I wish I was stronger.  But then I realize I am.

What would your “sometimes I” list be?