Pinterest. Amiright?! Going on Pinterest makes me feel like I can clean everything, cook anything, and be the most creative teacher who has ever taught. One look at my boards will make it appear that way. Which means it’s true. Right now, though, what is resonating most in my life was this “your ecards” by someecards that I saw lately.
Remember being in elementary school and being like “I want to be an astronaut!”? No? Just me? That’s fine. My anxiety and fear of dying in space has killed that dream. In sixth grade, my ELA teacher had us write an autobiography and then hide it, in order to read about your sixth-grade-self years later. I found mine recently, and boy am I off track. I thought I’d be living in Colorado, teaching math (dingding!), and driving a big Dodge truck. *coughRam3500cumminsturbodieselcoughidontwannatalkaboutitcough*
I don’t know that I ever put thought into, you know, like not living with my mom and dad anymore. I just knew I would graduate high school, go away to college, graduate, and get a teaching job. Apparently I’m a little full of myself, not thinking that maybe I’d ever get arrested or kicked out of college or not start my career right away, if ever. But it’s cool. I did it anyway. Flawless!
Then! All of a sudden, I’m a few years into my teaching career – the only grown up thing I’m good at. I don’t have a mortgage. I don’t ALWAYS pay ALL my bills on time. I live with my friends. I stay up late, and sometimes I wake up late too. I wouldn’t buy a skirt without asking my friends first if it looks good on me.
I take a good look at my good looking friends (iseewhatchadidthere) and some of them are engaged, planning weddings, and having babies! All these exciting, amazing, grown up things are happening while I’m lounging around watching Netflix and writing this. Going on Pinterest and Facebook is a constant reminder that I don’t have my shit together by the time I am the age I am now. But? I’m living the dream. I’m happy.
So, here I am. The awkward year between “23 with a money tree” and “25 sittin’ on 25 mill.” Maybe Drake didn’t have his shit together at 24 either.