I often find myself thinking that when I try to sit down to write a post and then I inevitably start singing "Losing my Religion" by REM because, reasons.Sigh.
I was going to say something about how my life isn't what I thought it would be, but I think I passed that notion a good decade or two back when I realized that being whatever age wasn't what I thought it would be like when I was a kid. Twenty five, when I was a little one, seemed so very adult. Married, children, house, all of that. And, well, no. (Perhaps for my parents' generation, but not for mine.)
And as I was sitting here mulling these random thoughts over in my head I found myself wondering if anyone really thinks "this is the life I thought I'd have"? Or are we all a bit mystified by this, that, or the other?
Maybe there are folks for whom there life is very much what they'd expected or even hoped for.
But I often suspect, of late, that many "adults" are sitting here going... what?
That could just be me... and the folks I talk to though...
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I didn't think I'd make it past 30. And when I did, I figured 40 was the end point. And then I got past that, so it was 50 ... but nope.
And I'm realizing I have no idea what I'm doing. I had a plan for up to 30, but now I'm just winging it.
Hugs :)
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