I used to be a planner. Writing all over calendars. Buying multiple planners. Bucket lists. To-do lists. No spontaneity. Where am I going to be five years from now? I had the answer. 10 years from now? I had that on lock too.
The thing is that life rarely ever goes according to plan, but that’s where the magic happens. That’s where you visit a ghost town. Kiss a man that makes you laugh. Dream a new dream. Go out with a new friend. Dance with your old friends. Find a little black dress. You sing your favorite songs during late night drives. You pick soda instead of salad. Eat out too much. Read too many books. Splurge on a beautiful purse. Spend too much money on make-up. Make the most memories. Do the most living.
You learn from all of the scraped knees and mistakes. You grow.
I think it’s still critical to plan for certain things, but I don’t have everything figured out anymore. And it’s a beautiful feeling. I’m free to do anything and be anyone.
So, I don’t know.
Maybe 10 years from now I’m living in a cabin in Oregon and writing books.
Maybe I have the husband and the 2.5 kids in the two story house.
Maybe I live by the coast and work odd-end jobs.
Maybe I’m a gypsy.
Maybe I’m just me.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 