When I was little, I imagined I’d be a lot of things when I grew up. An architect. An interior designer. A doctor. A novelist. A lawyer. All the usual things. I’m sure at some point I started considering the personal side of my life – what it would be like to be married and to be a mom. But all those thoughts were purely pie in the sky, because how could I possibly and accurately imagine what life would be like. All I knew was what I saw of the grown ups in my life from my own childlike perspective. I looked forward to being a grown up because I would be able to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted (oh, that is laughable, to think that I would have control of my life just because I was adult). The things I would do and the places I would go.
Well guess what? Things don’t turn out how you imagine them when you are a kid. At least they didn’t for me. They turned out so much better and more fulfilling. Schlocky, I know, but still true. I don’t have some big fancy career that sounds impressive at cocktail parties (nor do I ever go to cocktail parties) but I also don’t work the crazy hours that go hand-in-hand with those jobs and I don’t have the thousands of dollars of debt from the necessary education. Instead I have flexible hours in an environment where I get to exercise my creative muscles and for the most part be my own boss. I have no need for the fancy, glitzy job because I have the one that’s just perfect for me. Which doesn’t mean that it’s without frustrations but that’s for another day.
I need to remind myself that while life doesn’t turn out like you imagine, it always turns out for the best and that’s better than anything I could imagine. Awww… someone’s all grown up. And now I’m off to puke at my cheesiness.