If I had to give myself a six-word story for my future self, it would be this:
“Don’t worry, everything will be okay.”
Personally, I don’t know what to think of the future for me anymore. I used to have a very detailed way that I wanted to do things. I made deadlines for just about every milestone in my life; I knew what I wanted to do and when I wanted to do it. I still have a few things in mind, but a lot of what I wanted before was unrealistic, so I scrapped my thoughts for empty pages.
I think I’ll have a practical job, and I hope it’s as an accountant. I would rather it be a 9-to-5 type of job, though, so that way I could make plans outside of work without having to constantly change them around. I would like to think that I would like my job enough that I don’t have to fight myself to get out of the bed in the morning, but I think that it’ll still happen, unless if I wake up one day as a morning person. I think that I won’t be a huge hot shot, but I’ll be great at what I do.
I’m going to go ahead and assume that I won’t be living with my dad forever—hopefully just long enough until I can afford having my own place. Maybe I’ll rent an apartment for a couple years, and then upgrade to a house of my own.
(In my wildest dreams, I get a house built on an empty plot…but I’m going to try to stay realistic here.)
I know that by the time I hit thirty, I’m going to really start freaking out about my biological clock, so I’ll have a child as soon as I can. I’ll wait a year or two before giving that child a friend, so I’ll have another one. And then because my family is mostly multiples of three, I’ll have another kid a few years later.
What’s funny is this sounds kind of boring, but it’s basically a very vague and realistic version of what I’d want to happen. I’m not CEO material, so I imagine myself as the kind of person who does what she has to in order to make a living, in order to come home and see her kids smiling faces, ready to play.
I will most likely be tired until I die, but I would like to think that I will live a long, happy life. All I really want out of it is a good job, a nice house, and kids that will become great people—all things that I can be proud of. I hope that I’d take vacations at least once a year—both before and after I have kids of my own. I imagine having specific days of the week to see each of my parents, so that way they have time with their grandchildren, and having chaotic holidays. Hopefully my siblings won’t be so spread around that my kids will know their cousins, like how I got to know mine. I want to have a life where everything will be okay.
Am I asking for too much? I might be asking for too much.
A girl can dream.
Prompt: Write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, then expand it on a post.