Robin at Lolidots tagged me on the 10 Year Game, so I’m playing along. Thanks, Robin!
Simple game. Describe where I’ll be/hope to be in 10 years, and tag 10 people to play along!
The year 2020!!! WTF?? If it’s 2020…then, I should be living in a sky-apartment, with a flying car, a robot maid named Rosie, and a talking dog named Astro. My boss, Mr. Spacely, will probably be an ass!
I will be…well, 10 years older! I’ll be 42! Jake and I will have been married for…21 years! I expect that the only thing I’ll feel, 21 years in, that’s different from 11 years in, is a whole lot more more love and life experiences to smile about!!
The kids will be 16, 18, and 20!!!! HOLY SHIT!! Which means, I will be on Zoloft, Xanex, and horse tranquilizers, just to stay sane!! If they’re anything like their father and I, there is a slight chance that I could be a grandmother! Unless they find a cure for teen pregnancy in the next 10 years!! On the bright side, it means 2/3 of my brood, will be very, very close to making their own way in the world!!
I will be a nurse. Hopefully, in 10 years, I will have my Master’s, and will be working as a Transplant Coordinator. That’s my dream job.
I may not have a robot maid, but, I hope to have a maid. It’s one of the first things I will buy with my income!! I hope to have a little space for photography. Maybe a small studio on our property. I love it, and hope that I’m still passionate about it in 10 years!
I hope to still be writing…blogging. I don’t know what blogging will be down the road, or, if it will be, but, I hope to find, or maintain, some sort of outlet. I’m sure, 10 years from now, I’ll get a kick at reading through the posts of this blog, and laughing. Laughing at myself…my naiveity…and the memories that we’ve made.
I don’t expect to be in our dream home, just yet. We’re going to let Jack finish high school, before we pack up and move to Austin. So, in 10 years, we might just be in the beginning stages of preparations for that.
While having teenagers, and young adults in our house will, undoubtedly, be trying, I expect it to be somewhat rewarding, to begin to reap the benefits of our child rearing. To watch them venture out on their own. To watch them fall, and fail. To watch them pick themselves up, and to watch them succeed!
Now, for who I’ll tag…