I went home for lunch yesterday and “Friends in Low Places” came on the radio. I cranked it up, then thought, as you do, if only my 15-year-old self could see me now. Wouldn’t she be horrified? Still driving around belting out the same old song and not doing what I thought I would…
Wait. I’m doing EXACTLY what I thought I’d be doing when I was 15.
(As an aside, I have no idea why I settled upon age 15, since I knew the song long before then. I was six when it was released!)(Which was in 1990, for all who are now curious.)
When I was 15, I wanted to be an accountant (check!) and work in a cubicle (check!).
(Cubicles get a bad rap, but it’s not so bad. Basically I’m antisocial and wanted to sit by myself all day crunching numbers. Which is pretty much what I do. And I like it. I mean, I wouldn’t turn down a private office, but the cubicle is just fine for now.)
What else… I wanted to be married (check!) and have three kids by age 30. I’m 27 and I’ve got two, so I think that goal is coming along well.
I wanted to have a house (check!) and live near my family. I now live 4 hours from my hometown, but either by coincidence, luck, or God’s perfect plan, my sisters, my parents, and I have all moved down here and live within 45 minutes of each other.
It’s weird to think I “have it all,” since there are still things I want. There’s always going to be. Also, this is as far as I went out when imagining my future life. Husband, babies, house, job – I’ve accomplished everything, so I kind of feel like I’ve reached the edge of my imagined universe and am into new territory now.
I’ve been walking around for the past day trying it on for size. I have it…all? I have it ALL. All? I have it? I HAVE IT ALL.
Does your life look like you thought it would when you were 15?