What do you think you’ll be doing 10 years from now on February 13, 2023?
Have I told you before how much I dislike these type of prompts?
Well, first of all, ten years from now I’ll be *gulp* 41. Oh god, that number just doesn’t even register. I can barely come to terms with the fact that I’ve already passed 30. In my mind I’m still 28 / 29. I never managed to get a handle on the fact that I turned 30, and just as I was beginning to accept it, BOOM, suddenly I’m 31.
Sometimes I wish that my life was like Jennifer Garner’s, in the movie Suddenly 30 where she’s a kid growing up in the 80’s (like I did) but then makes a wish and wakes up and is, literally, suddenly 30, and has no idea what to do.
But then she goes back to being a child again… and sometimes I really wish that I could do that – wake up and be a child again – living in the country, being bullied every day, hating school and spending my time going to dance class, riding my BMX, and swimming down at the local town dam… I was a bit feral as a kid.
But none of that is possible. I’m 31 and I just have to accept it, as uncomfortable as it may make me feel… but I’m sorry, the thought of being 41, is just too much. I can barely process the concept of turning 35.
I just need to live in the present, and try not to focus on the future, well, at least not my age in the future. I’ll no doubt find myself on this day in ten years time still thinking of myself as a 31-year old instead. Thinking about how I’ve completely wasted my life and how I have nothing to show for it.
I can see it now… 41 and failing at life. #fail #failingatlife