I’ve been thinking lately about how I’m growing up. I find this idea slightly terrifying because I don’t think I ever actively thought about what that means. I mean – sure, I’ve thought about having a career and getting married and having kids but all in a very theoretical sense. Like that is something other people do and never thought about how it would concretely apply to my life.
Maybe I thought I would accomplish so much and my life would be astronomically different than everyone else’s but I don’t think that’s the case. I mean, I don’t think I fit some traditional mold but I think I still harbor fantasies about being rich, famous and world-renowned. But I’m guess I’m 24 and there’s plenty of time for that (tee hee).
But I’m realizing that there isn’t an inordinate amount of time in life like I previously thought (albeit irrationally). That time does move forward and decisions do need to be made, big decisions, in order to create the life I want.
And as terrifying as these thoughts are to me they are also exciting. I will bring into reality things (at least some) that I only dreamed about when I was a kid – getting married, having a family, having a job I like, owning my own home, traveling and being able to buy the things I want (I’m hoping I won’t always be as poor as I am now!)
With only a year and a half of school left there’s still a lot of my life that’s open to exploring and with the things I already have in my life (supportive family, great friends and the best boyfriend in the world) I don’t need to worry about the future because wherever my path leads will be wonderful.