Everyone always seems to have big goals. Be it a particular career path, having a family, or financially related. This is something I’ve always had a hard time defining. I didn’t grow up in one house, with the same group of friends throughout school. I didn’t go to a 4-year college and get a degree. I got a job, moved in with the person I was in love with (who I now call my husband) and jumped into life, both feet in.
So I might be taking a little longer to figure out exactly where I fit. I might be working through it rather than partying away my twenties. In some ways, one would say I’m a bit of a late bloomer. In others, I’ve always been ahead of the game.
One thing I know for sure is I’m ready. I’m ready to be surrounded by people brighter and smarter than me. I’m ready to embrace what this life has in store, whatever and wherever that takes me. I don’t know yet if my future holds children, or an abundance of fortune, but I do know that when I go to sleep, I have visions of a table full of friends. I see glasses full of wine and flickering candles. I smell home cooked food made with love, and I hear laughter and intelligent conversation bouncing off the walls. There are dishes in the sink. There is sand on the floor. There are stains on the tablecloth. And no one cares.
This, I know for sure.