When I was 9 I couldn’t wait to be 10 because then I would be double digits which as anyone would tell you is far better than single digits.
When I was 10 I wanted to be 13 because then I would be a “real” teenager and thus party to all the fun that Seventeen magazine promised me: boys, lipgloss and the much hoped for arrival of boobs.
When I was 13 I wanted to 16 because then I would be able to drive and have freedom.
When I was 16 I wanted to be 18 because then I would be an adult.
When I was 18 I wanted to be in college.
When I was in college I wanted to be out.
When I was out of college I wanted to get back in.
When I was in my Masters program I wanted to be get married.
When I got married I wanted to have furniture that matched and didn’t consist of milk cartons.
It was at this point that I had my first married fight. My husband did not see the need for new furniture. This indicated to me that he clearly didn’t have an interest in our lives and I became huffy as only a woman who has a moving box with a tablecloth over it as an end table can be. My husband pointed out that we had our whole lives together. We didn’t need to have all matching furniture right now. We could simply enjoy the process of getting there instead of wishing our lives away on the next thing.
Huh. What a concept.
I try not to focus on the next thing anymore, but instead focus on the present. People ask me how thrilled I will be when I hold my book in my hand. It will be amazing, but right now I’m enjoying the state of being a writer with a book coming out. There will be plenty of time to enjoy it when it is out – no need to rush it now.
What is one great thing happening in your life right now?