Thanks for participating in last week's "Are you where you thought you'd be?" question.
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"I'm stumped people. Gimme a question. I'll use these questions for the next couple of Think About It Thursdays post"
I haven't been really feeling the blog life lately. I can't understand it. I look at my laptop and sigh rather than burn it's lifetime in battery life down. Maybe like Mammatalk said, it's summer and maybe bloggers prefer this as a winter sport?
However, I did read a post yesterday from It's a Fine Life. It really resonated with me and I completely understood what she was writing about. About filling your emotional cup. Please go over there and check it out. Interesting read.
Until next week folks.
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My life is isn't where I thought it would be at all - but it's actually better.
I wasn't planning on even thinking about getting married until I was 30 and never in a hundred years did I expect to be a SAHM.
I was going to be a hard core career girl all the way. I even had the hard core job for 5 years and got the masters degree.
My second is due a week before my 30th birthday and I've been married 5 years. Who knew?
My goal was to be published by 25.
That never happened.
I'm working on getting published by 30.
I hope that happens.
In some ways, I'm beyond where I thought I'd be.
I do feel like a grown up who knows her own mind, something I expected by 28 but didn't really get to for another few years.
I do have more than one child, something I wasn't sure would happen and almost didn't (they're 15 years apart), but nowhere near the eight I "knew" I'd have when I was younger.
The man I'm married to is frequently the stuff dreams are made of, with not too much real life "guy" thrown in. Not sure how I score like I did, so don't tell anyone.
We own a home... a dream only recently hatched and very recently achieved.
But I'm not a nurse, which was my back up plan for the eight kids. I've looked into it, but my tolerance for school isn't what it once... oh, who am I kidding? I don't have the attention span for it.
This is off topic, but this foggy-brained morning a song came on the radio. Something by Kenny Chesney, where he sings "I was going fast as a Rambler goes... " The visual image that usually comes with that song has now been replaced by some sort of amalgam of you pushing a stroller and working in a restaurant at warp speed. As I said, foggy-brained morning.