Trouble was, I keep looking at the wrong list.
This year's list:
- Turn 40 (check)
- Move again (check)
- Send the boy on a mission (check)
- Finish admin license
- Get lost (check)
- Get found (check)
- Lost again (check)
Wait, that went off track.
Adulthood is a lot of getting off track. And back on. It's weird.
I thought at 40, I would have it all together.
But, I'm barely keeping it from falling apart.
So, this is me where I am now.
40, working, waiting. My boy's on a mission in Boise. My girl's 12 going on 20. My husband hates his job most days, and loves it alternatively. Same for me. We live in a small town I don't like very much and dream of going somewhere else, but we don't know where that is.
I want to be a writer, but I don't spend time writing.
I read something the other day that gave me hope: Guy Fieri discoved Flavor Town at 45.
I'm not 45 yet, so I've got time.