Of course there is a part of me that hopes I get drop-dead gorgeous, write an international best-seller, get my doctorate and change the course of education, and get to have an approved by Squishy life-time love affair with Peyton Manning.
I think the past 30 years have taught me that I need to not plan or imagine my life too much. Lord knows the plans I have for myself rarely unfold. 15 years ago I was all set to be a lawyer, consumed with my career, and maybe having a family. 10 years ago, I was in college, with no clue what I wanted to be, but convinced I would be a career woman, and maybe have a family. 5 years ago I had a career plan and was married, and desperately wanting a family, but had no plans to do the stay at home mom thing. And now look at me! The idea of having a career and all that being successful requires has zero appeal to me; I'm beyond thrilled that I get to spend all my time with Squirt. Right now I can't imagine changing anything, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?
I always feel weird when I get asked "where do you see yourself in 10 years?" because to answer honestly in any interview would probably be disastrous.
ReplyDeleteI've hit this point where... I mean, I'm sitting in Mexico as a house-wife. How in the hell could I have possibly arrived at that conclusion 10 years ago? I wouldn't have, and I wouldn't have been excited if I knew that was where I was going to be now. But I love it!
I'm more excited to just take the bull by the horns and see where I end up. 'But you have to have a plan,' says society. And somewhere in that back and forth lies the root of every anxiety attack I've ever had. *and then i found five dollars.*