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you know how when you go to a concert or show of some sort and the person on stage is like “HOW’S EVERYONE DOING TONIGHT?!?!?!?!” and the audience cheers back? why? you’re not answering the question, you’re just yelling. imagine if we did that in daily conversation. “hey jeff, how are ya?” and jeff just starts screaming and clapping in your face

Deep Thoughts 30 Day Challenge: Day 9

9. Where do you see yourself in ten years?

For clarity’s sake, let me describe what ten years from now will be.

Ten years from now will be July 27th, 2024. I will be 33 years old, going on 34. My parents will be 58 and 59. My younger brother will have just turned 32.

Now, because I find it interesting to do this, let me tell you about my mother (I look so much like her, but we’re very different as you may have heard).

My mother got married (to a future Baptist minister) in 1987, when she was 22 years old. She had her first child (yours truly) in 1991, at the age of 25. By the age of 33 (1999) she had two children, one 8 years old and the other 6. She had finished school just before getting married (she didn’t complete her bachelor’s, just a certificate in Secretarial Studies), and by 1999 was working with my father at his newly-opened real estate company (where they both still work today).

I say all that to say this: I don’t want to be like my mother. Now, anyone who follows me probably knows about my whole “I won’t make it to 30” deal, but let’s be optimistic for a minute: if I do make it to 33, ten years from now, I see myself not being like my mother. She’s my point of reference, and I’m going as far away from that as I possibly can - not because I think she lives a terrible life, but because what she has is not what I want for myself.

The thing about the future is this: unless you’re willing to do something about it, it’s not going to change. And if you are willing to do something about it, and it changes, you’re not going to be able to do calculations for what it’s going to be like without a considerable margin of error (that margin, of course, widening the further out you’re attempting to calculate).

So, all I can say about my future ten years from now is what I want it to be. And what I want it to be is this:

I would like to be successful at whatever I’m doing. I want to have already published my first novel, but if I have a career doing something else (and I’d like to) I’d want to be successful at it. I’d like to not have to worry about money (bills paid, needs and some wants taken care of, etc), and I’d like to feel a sense of satisfaction with my work and with my life. I’d also like to be living somewhere interesting, and progressive, and somewhat artsy… I’ve figured out in my life thus far that I’m really not a small town person.

More than anything, though, I want to be happy. I want to be healthy both physically and mentally, and I want to feel real, genuine happiness again.

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