If there’s one thing to know about me, it’s that I think. A lot. Well, I guess that’s one of the symptoms of being human, but at times it feels as though I can’t find the mute button to my thoughts.
One thing I find myself prominently thinking about is the future. Where will I be in ten, twenty years? Will I be the CEO of a successful company? Will I be in debt and unhappy?
I plan out everything. I have a journal where I write out my weekly and daily tasks. When we went for a family vacation to Maui this past Christmas I wrote out an itinerary. I like having a grasp on how events will play out. But this is impossible when it comes to my future as an adult.
If I could have it my way, I’d know exactly where I’ll be living in ten…
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