It's always nice to have a friend in a similar life spot, so it's with joy that I often find April and I have a lot in common.
One particular post recently has resonated with me. My life decisions are truly going to be my own life decisions. Also, I am a big dreamer, and I constantly look forward to the future. I agree with April that my future is not at all what I thought it would be, but for entirely different reasons.
Ten years ago, I was 13 and just embarking on the teenage years. I still played with dolls sometimes, but I also babysat for kids in my church. I didn't have a lot of friends, as I had moved to Seattle the previous year. I was having some difficulties with math, but I loved my language arts class and thought about becoming a writer. Science was boring because the teacher talked down to us.
Many friends have left my life in the past few years, but several wonderful friends have also emerged. I'm not a big diary writer, so the me of 10 years ago would probably scoff at the idea of actually maintaining the blog. I'm relearning my love of physical activity, and I'm actually becoming slightly more coordinated thanks to the racketball. I'm not a high school teacher, which is what I always thought I'd be. The idea of going to grad school had never occurred to me. The idea of being nervous about moving cross country was not a thought that would have ever crossed my brain during the teenage years; only in its reality has it become worrisome (even though it will ultimately happen). Moving abroad still maintains allure; I wonder if it will continue to be a sparkling gem as a potential day for that change may also near.
I wonder where I'll be in another ten years? Right now, I envision myself married, perhaps with a new baby. I imagine I'll be a professor at some university. Funny to think that those things might not happen when I am working so hard toward these ultimate goals right now.