[posted by Mac]
It is a strange road that we take from childhood to adulthood. Me, I think I’m right in the middle. At age 31, I still haven’t quite made it to full-fledged adulthood yet. Oh, sure, I’m married and I pay my bills and I even just bought my first house. I just don’t feel like an adult.
More importantly, I haven’t accepted my fate.
As a kid, remember thinking that you would grow up to be an astronaut or a ballerina? Remember planning out your life, thinking that by [insert age here], I will be this and will have accomplished this? I was a chick with a plan.
From the time I learned how to form letters with my pudgy little kid hands, I knew I wanted to be a writer. And over the years I formulated this imagined view of my future. By now I planned to be a newspaper reporter, famous for breaking political scams wide open. I would be single and successful with no children, while still hanging on to some sort of cool bohemian style. I would be wildly beautiful and have many hot men in my harem. I would live in a gorgeous loft in Manhattan.
Who wants to guess which of these things actually came to pass?
Well….I don’t have any children and don’t plan to, and I’d like to think I’m kinda cool in my own spastic way. Everything else sort of went, well, sssfpht!
The funny thing is that I’m not sad that I’m not all those things I thought I would be. Oh, sure it would be nice to be super hot with a nice Manhattan loft and I’d love to get paid to write [although I no longer want to be a newspaper reporter]. But I kind of like the way my life has turned out.
Of course, I’m convinced that this is not where I will end up when I finally become an adult. While I intend to stay married and happy, I really just get the feeling that my life has some big twist waiting for me right around the corner.
Maybe it’s a harem of hot men.
troubled diva 