You know, because of the depression, most of my life was spent in a month-to-month pattern of, "if I don't get better, I can always check out." And I'd set small goals where I could sort of see myself completing a task in a small timeframe, so I could finish things up before check out. So I never really envisioned myself being thirty-eight. And now that i feel better, I'm sort of in mourning because I didn't set any sort of long-term goals for myself.
I would have liked to have a child and a husband, and now...that seems like something that can't really happen. I should have been working toward that goal a long time ago. So I'm trying to have some sort of vision for 45. That's seven years. How do I see myself in seven years? I've never done that. I was never able to see myself in one year, or two. I sometimes couldn't see myself in October.
Um. That is today's First World Problem Brain Dump.
WE HAVE SECOND GRADERS. WTH???
TCBITW is a middle schooler and her little brother is a fifth grader. It doesn't make any sense, they where born like three years ago.
I can't believe Sara's in third grade. She was four months old when I joined the board. She's going to be EIGHT in November.
I would have liked to have a child and a husband, and now...that seems like something that can't really happen.
Untrue. There's your seven-year goal right there.
It seems like a really specific speed-date topic, though.
I probably wouldn't mention it then, but what do I know? I married I guy I met was seventeen. If he croaks, I'm toast.
Why is wanting a husband and kids at 38 any worse than wanting them at 25?
I wouldn't feel safe giving birth to a kid at 38, but I'd probably make a reasonably unEvil Stepmother.
ita should totally take some new OKC pics for me, is what I think.
Allyson, my twin sister had a divorce and another bad ending to a five year relationship before meeting her awesome husband four years ago and finally getting pregnant. Crazier things have happened!
I am totally down with that.
I have a childhood friend in SF who is promising me cuties if I come up and visit him. SF--so many reasons to go, and yet I never seem to.