Happy Birthday!

Today is my birthday, yeah me! I was recently thinking back to when I was little and where I thought I would be at this age. It’s funny how you have these visions for your life and you feel obligated to measure yourself against them forever. Even though you were so young and didn’t know anything when you first thought it.

When I was little, I wanted to be a teacher. I didn’t particularly like school, yet I wanted to spend the rest of my life there? I have no idea why. I’m kinda glad I didn’t end up being a teacher. That’s one ideal I could let go of.

I also thought I would get married at age twenty-two and then have my first child at twenty-four. Yet when I reached those ages, my mind was everywhere else but on settling down. Again, I could let go of that particular ideal. It still seemed so young to be doing those kinds of things.

The only real desire I kept from that little girl was being a writer. Not that I ever thought I would be an author, that only happened to lucky people. I wanted to write stories and, just maybe, I would publish a book one day. I am proud to say, that happened. My inner little girl couldn’t be happier at that achievement.

So, I still have much more to do with my life. There are so many goals I am still striving for, I still have to fall in love and have children, and I have a million stories in me that need to be told. I don’t think that little girl ever goes away, but I’m sure she doesn’t mind how her life has turned out. My story is far from over.

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