Aaahhh, those pesky Assumptions! When I was little I thought I’d effortlessly be the President of the MET by 30. Or servants/chefs/chauffeurs would magically appear once you have $$$. (Which happens once you’re a museum president.)
In 5th/ grade at the end of the year/elementary school my DS’s teacher told them to write down what they’d be doing, who they’d be married to, how many kids, etc. at 30.
DS will write for The New York Times and have a wife named Maria. Just so you know. LOL
YES, in your mid-twenties you’re “supposed” to fall in love and get married and have a fabulous job.
YES, in your thirties you’re “supposed” to be a home owner with kids.
But just think that you have a Great Gift. FREEDOM!!!
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