I turned 29 towards the end of April and since then I’ve thought on and off about the things I told myself I would do before turing the big 3-0. There are some things I’ve done, although the outcome was far from what I had expected at the time, but, for the most part, I’ve not done much.
Here’s the list.
Graduate college…not done.
Get married…done…twice
Move to Texas and live on a spacious, secluded ranch….done (and moved back home.)
Stop smoking…done…well, sort of.
Own my own home….not done
Obtain or be working on my Ph.D in Psychology…not done…will never do…too many skeletons there
Be out of debt…not even close
Have a child…done
Get down to 125 lbs.—hahahaha Yeah, not even remotely close, even with a fun house mirror
Donate to a charity….Do this regularly
Travel overseas-not done
Have at least $10,000 in savings-don’t even have a savings account
So, yeah, I’ve not done much. That’s ok though. I just have to work on a new list to obtain before 40. Now, that I’ve goofed off through much of my 20s, I can make more realistic goals for the future.
I am, for the most part, happy with my life. Sure, I’d love to have more $$. We all would. I do have a roof over my head, even though it’s a rented roof. I have food in my cabinets. I have clothes on my back. My car is currently running well. My husband and child seem to be happy and content with me. I’m going back to school next month. I have a job that is fulfilling and rewarding. My family is trucking along just fine. I do have loads to be thankful for even though I’m not where I thought I would be.
So, I’m not the thin, Texas ranch owning, debt free, well traveled therapist I thought I would be 11 years ago. Who cares? I am ME. I have made mistakes, learned from them, and lived to tell about them. I call that a success.
