I celebrated my birthday this weekend, a milestone birthday of 35. I'm not going to let it get to me though, because my 10-year-old niece told me I don't look a day over 31.
But turning 35 did have me reminiscing a bit about how I imagined my future when I was young and what my life looks like now.
I imagined myself as either a vet or a writer, living in an old, rambling farmhouse with a handful of pets and six kids.
Vet, no- mostly because of my pesky little issues with blood and guts.
Writer, check, albeit not a very well compensated one.
Old rambling farmhouse, well, not really, but I do live near ALOT of cornfields and since the patching and painting of the stairwell in our new and not rambling house was about a six month project, I don't think Tim or I have the lifespan to remodel something old and rambling.
Handful of pets, check on that one.
Six kids- well- we have four and that is plenty! Enough said.
So as it turns out, I haven't done so bad after all.
Sure life throws us all curveballs like divorce or illness or even car troubles.
And it's not to say our dreams can't change. I mean six kids? Never gonna happen.
But with babysteps, I can make all sorts of things happen. Maybe even convince Tim to get our basement finished.
I have at least another 35 years!
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