Ohhhh… today’s topic is a doozy!
Where you are in your life vs. where you thought you would be at this point.
Did I ever dream of being 38 and single? When you are younger – like high school – you imagine college, getting married, kids. Maybe your kid’s wedding. Maybe the occasional 80 year olds hobbling in the park holding hands, married for 60 years. I dunno. But it seems that there is some kind of internal cutoff that most of the “where do you think you will be” stops sometimes in your 20’s.
I thought, like the average person, I would be married in my 20’s.. maybe early 30’s if I really pushed it. Still hasn’t happened.
I did think I would own my own home – which I do.
That I would have traveled – not as much as I would have liked but still have done some. There are still places I want to go or go back to because I was too young or stupid to appreciate them the first time.
I am the cool aunt to the coolest niece one could have. It’s like a mini-me. I don’t know what will happen when she gets older and our personalities really start to bump into one another.
I thought I might be driving my own kids to and from school. Or I thought I would be living and working abroad (kinda glad I’m not because the taxes are killer.) At 18, I wanted to go into the US Foreign Service. There was an episode of College Jeopardy and one of the guys on there said the same thing. I immediately saw him as my competition and was determined to beat him… playing Jeopardy by myself at home and then skunk his butt on the UFS exam.
Only a wee bit crazy…
Anyway, I thought I would own my own business. Or be famous. The more I sit and think about it, few of these places I thought I would be has anything to do with relationships. It’s all about me and there isn’t a whole lot of room for anyone else in that picture.