When I was five I wanted to be a teacher. I would get to wear pretty sweaters and do whatever I wanted because I was in charge.

When I was ten I wanted to be a world-famous musician. I would get to wear a leather jacket and do whatever I wanted because I was cooler than everybody else.

When I was fifteen I wanted to be Prime Minister of Canada. I would get to wear expensive suits and change the world. Which was way better than doing whatever I wanted.

When I was twenty I wanted to be a lawyer. I would get to wear designer shoes and make a difference in the lives of people I knew were suffering.

When I was twenty-five I wanted to be twenty again. I would get to wear jeans and do whatever I wanted because I wouldn’t have any adult responsibilities.

Now that I’m twenty-eight I have no clue what I want to be. I get to wear jeans and pretty sweaters and I get to do whatever I want. What I want, much to my surprise, is now also tied in with what other people want. It isn’t the life I expected but I’m starting to be okay with that.

11 thoughts on “Time

  1. Wonderfully put, especially the part about how what you want is tied in with what others want. I have dreams that I don’t pursue because of the way it would affect my marriage. And I’m okay with that.


  2. I am 24 and have no idea what I want to be still. I do know three things:
    1.) I want to always own at least one rescue dog
    2.) I want to marry my fiance
    3.) I would like someone to figure out how I can eat endless amounts of pizza and not gain weight.



  3. hello there. i just wanted to tell you that i loved reading this post. [that is to say, my human loved reading this post because i’m a dog and can’t really read.]

    she thinks life doesn’t get any less woffly as you get older. she’s a lot LOT older than you and is still woffling. ah well.

    have a great day! 🙂


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