In 7 years, it will be 2026.
At this time, I will be the mother of a 19-year-old and 17-year-old. I will be 45-years-old. I will be in the prime of life. What I wish to have in my life at this point is career-based. I want to have a publishing company. I want to be a best-selling author! I’ll have at least double the amount of books that I have in print right now, along with an agent that I can grow and change with. That is the thing I want so badly. I want to be able to get up, and smile knowing I made money in my sleep! I want to be in a position where I can do what I want, when I want–not just the things I have to do.
I am not a materialistic person but what I would want is a summer home in New Orleans, that I can visit and get away. I told my husband that once my children had gotten through high school, I was disappearing for a month. I don’t know where I would go, or what I am going to do–but those 30 days will be restorative, and well-deserved. I would be planning for this trip in 2026.
My life in 7 years will switch from being less hands on than it is now. I will be getting one child ready for college, and prepping to have an empty nest. And empty nest?! Before 50?! I would be excited, scared and ready for the next life phase! There would definitely be more traveling. Internationally, by then. I would want to spend my 46th birthday in Rome or Barcelona.
My life in 7 years? In less than another decade, will be so different than it is right now. At present, there are always dishes and laundry and meals to make. There is always something to do, someone that needs me. In less than a decade, that will change. What a strange thing to grapple with. With just the passage of time, life changes and shifts all over again.
That is exciting. That is scary. And it’s not that far away.
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