I couldn’t wait for my life to begin.
I crossed off another day on the calendar. Soon I would load up my Chevy Cavalier and move into my first, tiny, post-college apartment. I’d purchase my own food each day. I’d wear Business Casual Monday through Friday, and pull an IBM lanyard around my neck each morning. I’d sit poolside on weekends, reading all the fabulous novels I never had time for while in school.
There were so many things to look forward to when we were young. We took a step, turned a year older, completed a milestone, and then we looked ahead to the next great thing.
Being a teenager.
Earning a driver’s license.
Living on our own.
Childhood dreams were made of these things.
It was the same through college, where we checked off one step at a time, eyes always fixed on the next great season.
Before I knew it, I was learning the ropes of the corporate world and counting down the days until my wedding. After that, we looked forward to this trip or that and hoped for a baby and added to our family and survived multiple toddlers at once, and we continued to build.
My whole life I’ve been climbing, building, and looking ahead to the next great thing.
Sometimes now, I find myself looking back. I long for the good old days…
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