Posted 2 months ago
The next 20…
Sometimes I worry that typing out my hopes and dreams for the future will mean that I will leave the house and be soundly hit by a house. Hmm. That was supposed to be bus. I’m leaving it. Far less likely but way more interesting an end. Anyway, the newspaper and the folks that read this bloggy will hold my untimely end up as a sad, bitter, ironic twist of fate. Why was that house going so fast… and how did she not see it while crossing the road?
Hmm. What was I trying to say? Oh, yes. THE FUTURE. I am excited about it. When I was a teenager I thought, well, it’ll be neat when Meagan is grown and I’ll still be fairly young and can travel a whole lot. It seemed so far off then… and yet here I am. Mom of a 19-year-old person and I’m already travelling a lot more. This past year was amazing in that sense and I’ve only just begun. And I was right… I think I really do appreciate it more now than I would’ve as a backpacking teen.
I keep noticing and appreciating really rad 60-year-old women. Josh’s mom comes to mind. She’s cute and stylish and fun. And it makes me happy and hopeful. That there’s a whole Meagan’s lifetime worth of living to do before I even get to enjoy being that age. More places to go, more time with people I love and more things to learn about myself. It’s like something just clicked in my head and I can see how this part is going to be really, really fun.
Anyway, those are my thoughts on a day when I woke after a few hours of fitful sleep to see my bloated puffy face in the mirror. If my thoughts can be that positive regardless, they must hold weight.
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