I read this yesterday:
When you were 16, what did you think your life would look like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?
These questions gave me a headache. And I kept thinking about them all day. When I was sixteen things were blurry (for many reasons). I do know for certain that when I was sixteen I had no idea what my life would look like. And thus I began a review of Monday, January 21st.
8AM @ work thought: When I was sixteen did I think I would be working at a job when I was forty-something? Yes. More importantly though – did I know what I would be doing? No. (I still wonder what I will be when I grow up.)
7PM @ home vacuuming up dog hair thought: When I was sixteen did I think that one day I would have a husband, children, a house in the suburbs and a couple of cars? I was hopeful. Did I know who or when or how this would happen? No. (I have been blessed!)
11PM @ bedtime: When I was sixteen did I think that I would be “den mother” to three dogs and a lizard? Yes – to the dogs. The lizard is a total surprise. (For the record the dogs do sleep on the bed, the lizard is in his cage.)
Final thoughts: When I was sixteen did I think I would be thinking about when I was sixteen when I was “old”? No. (And when I was sixteen I thought forty-something was old.)
Perhaps forty-something is really just Sweet Sixteen – Part 2.