A Chance to Fail

[Eliza Hodgkins 1812]

Eventually compiling some finished work together and sending it to publishers, is the first thing that comes to mind.

Writing a play (short one) and having it performed at my father’s theater company.

Marriage. I say I don't want it, but I'm sometimes lying. I just feel fairly certain that I'll be a failure at it, because I'm selfish and need lots of time to myself, and don't always want to deal with another person's immediate presence, and don’t like having to consider another person’s feelings before my own *all* of the time. I’ve rarely felt a person’s worth that kind of bother, actually. The compromise that comes with uniting your life so completely with another person’s terrifies me, and yet the concept is kind of beautiful. I like covenants.

Living someplace rural, but nearing a small town.