Oh dear Mr. Plinky... I may have to go back to thinking up my own blog ideas at this rate... And that never goes too well - who wants to listen to me ramble about my love of the creeks (and their general lack of water) while on car trips. FINE I'll answer your question. "10 Years From Now, What Do I Hope My Life Will Be Like?"
Straight of the bat I'll admit to you my intense hatred for contemplating the future. Hell the six months goal sheets I have to do for work are enough to get my knickers in a knot. All that self-improvement bullshit about being directed and committed because I have a goal to reach. Goals = stress = me stressing out = no progress on goal = more stress = less progress... and so the vicious cycle continues - until I probably have a mental breakdown or something. All in all plans about the future = goals = stress even when nobody is going to give me a pass fail grade for it.
Moving right along. 10 years is a very, VERY long time. Though I try to avoid mentioning my age most of the time I am going to have to say that that is more than half (just) my life. Thinking back to ten years ago. I was in grade 5 at school. That was before I lived in the US. Before I went to high school. Before I moved out of home. So many life changing decisions happen in ten years.
And not to play devil's advocate - I don't play the role that well but all the people answering this question with I want to be a millionaire. Lets just be a little more realistic shall we? Unless you want to give me 400 words on how or why you'll be a millionaire - then I might (emphasizing the might) listen. Where do I want to be in ten years?
Well we are talking about what do I want to have achieved before I'm thirty. I'd like to not be doing the job I'm doing at the moment... Stuck here till I'm 27 but that isn't so bad... I'm just not sure it is where I want to spend my entire life. And leading into my next aspiration I'm not sure its where I'd like to be when I have a family.
To reference my saying millionaire was unrealistic. I struggle with visualising wanting to be married by 30 as anything more than a pipe-dream. I don't even have a boyfriend. I suppose it is not that different from saying I want to be a millionaire... After all anything could happen - I just don't happen to lust after something as petty as cash (no I am not above making lame puns).
So presuming I do find that lucky (more likely unlucky) somebody I wouldn't mind a child by that point in my life. Think in the 3 year gap between leaving my job at 27 and the magic 10 year from now border. And a dog. It is amazing how much you miss pets after having them growing up. Some days what I want most in the world is a warm, furry body to cuddle and seeing as my taste in men does NOT run to hairy I am thinking a nice lapdog would suit me well....
Now I am suffering from the - my responses sound like every other normal human being - dilemma. As we all know I dislike falling into the category of lame, predictable and unoriginal but to be perfectly honest I don't have any great life aspirations. A man who loves God and loves me, frequent contact with my best friend (I would love to be living in the same town for once), a job I can bear... I am at heart a ridiculously mundane human being...
Mostly 10 years from now I'd just be content with still being alive. With nobody around me dying of a terrible disease or being killed in car accidents, bike accidents, ski accidents or freak toe-stubbing or door closing accidents.
I've got no idea what the future holds. I leave that sort of hard core planning up to God. I hear he has some pretty extreme spread sheeting programs on his computer so I'll leave the mundane planning aspects of my life up to him. Hears to whatever the future holds!!
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