37. Surely I’ll have my act together by then.
37.
That was the year that my adorable cottage house would be perfect. The beds would be made every morning and dirty dishes never had time to rest in the kitchen sink.
I’d have a fabulous career. Law, international photographer, novelist. Something I would do fabulously well — effortlessly — making me independently wealthy.
Be married to an adorable man and have tons of adorable children who always kept their rooms clean. And though I showered them with everything imaginable, they would not become spoiled, self-centered brats — but turn into loving, altruistic self-actualized beings that floated through life.
I’ll stop now.
My head hurts.
Linking up with Finish the Sentence Friday and “When I was younger, I wanted to…”
When I was younger, I wanted to have my act together by age 37.
Growing up in the 60s, 70s and early 80s, the year 2000 was the mythical beacon.
The year I would turn 37 and surely have my act together.
Well, if you are halfway decent at math, you know by now, I’ve passed my pivotal age.
I’ve come to realize I’ll never have my act together but I’m okay with that.
Or maybe my definition of act together has changed. A lot.
My daughter is right there now. The dreaming stage. The stage when anything is possible.
I’m not cynical. Anything is possible with time, sacrifice, working hard, relationships.
It’s just time. There seemed so much of it 30 years ago.
And I did get the adorable husband. (and kids.)
So what did you want when you were young?
Jamie, I know the feeling all too well. I too got the adorable husband and kids, too, but my act is far from together I suppose. Maybe someday!! Thanks seriously for linking up with us again and hope you have another great weekend!!
Glad you got the adorable husband and kids. Once upon a long time ago I had names for five kids. Three boys and two girls. I’m just laughing at what I could picture then that I cannot picture now.
When I was young I wanted so many things. Now, I am older and content. Life is good and even though I did not get all the things I planned when I was younger, I am in the right space now. 🙂 Enjoyed reading your blog. Congrats on the adorable husband. I got one too.
Ah to the dreaming stage that your daughter is in. I still go there, sometimes, but an pretty much okay with the fact that I’ll likely not have any more kids (I’m 44), and settle for loving the adorable one I got (and the hubs, too – thanks for the reminder). Here’s to your daughter following her dreams and dreaming big!
That was both painful and beautiful. Thanks for your honesty. What a great post- so relatable, succinct, and thought-provoking…
41. That’s my ‘got it together’ age. 11 years should surely be just about enough…
I’m glad that some parts of your dream worked out though.
Ah time…it really does seem like we have less of it now, doesn’t it? I also agree completely about the year 2000 being a mythical entity. I remember the movie “Cherry 2000” The year was 2017, total apocalypse! People had their own android robots, that looked just like real people! Some people married them! That’s 4 years from now. We’ve got a lot of work to do!
I don’t think I’ll ever have my act together. Truly a work in progress. 😉 Didn’t The Year 2000 seem like some crazy, far off mythical thing? Can’t believe that was 13 years ago. Dang!
Hey – come on over and join me for my Monday blog hop! I’d love to have your writing there. It’s a nice, eclectic group each week. Hope you’ll come by. 🙂