S had to make a 10-year plan for school.
He had some basic ideas, but decided it would be fun for us to do it together rather than he just write something out and turn it in.
I’ve never made a 10-year plan.
I’ve never made a 5-year plan.
In fact, I don’t really plan as far out as the weekend, a lot of times. I tend to just have vague ideas guided by ‘goals’ rather than timetables.
I’ll be honest: I was kind of terrified to talk about it.
I don’t really like making commitments. Especially serious ones.
I mean, I know they’re necessary to life. And, obviously, I’m married, so I don’t have ‘commitment issues’ (whatever that means). I just like to think long and hard before I make up my mind to something.
(This is probably because I’m one of those 100% all-or-nothing kind of people. When I decided to do something, I DO IT.)
When it was all said and done, though, I liked it.
If the next 10 years went down EXACTLY like we had it on paper, it would be more than thrilling.
It also had this strange effect of making my life now seem even sweeter. It reminded me of how much will change.
I won’t always live in this little apartment. S won’t always be in school. I won’t always be teetering between feeling like a rock star for quitting my job to pursue my dream, and feeling like a total failure because I’m still not done and published. I won’t always live in Tennessee with no dishwasher and a little yappy dog.
So I’d better enjoy it now while I can.