Day 22: The worst question so far.

“Where do you see yourself in 5 years? 10 years? 15 years?”

Fuck. Off.

Because seriously? I don’t think anyone in the world should really have a plan. Goals? Yes. Plans that take us 5, 10, 15 years into the future? Fuck no! And here’s why.

Nobody can plan that far ahead. Not perfectly. Because life, as beautifully as you have it organized in all of your planners, and vision boards, and blah blah blah, does not work on paper. Life is much like the weather. You can try to predict it, but until you experience it, you really don’t know. And that’s how I’m enjoying my life. Of course I have goals. I have goals to write a book, I have goals to teach, I have goals to own a cabin someday. But am I going to put a timeline to it? Faaaack no! I’m going to let it happen.

Maybe I’m just trying to save myself some stress and anxiety (thank you, self, for not being a dick and getting me worried about stuff 5/10/15 years into the future), but I just don’t see the benefit of looking that far ahead.

There is nothing that can predict where I will be in that amount of time. Where do I hope to be? I hope to still be working at the paper, integrating myself into the community more and more. But will that be the case? I don’t know. You don’t know. So, why in the world would I possibly try to predict that future? “But Katie, you’re not predicting the future, you’re simply answering a fun internet question about where you see yourself.” YEAH, IN THE FUTURE.

Nope, nope, nope. I am not counting my ducks before they are hatched. I am not putting all of my eggs in one basket. I am not going to ping pong my goals and achievements to see what would work best for my future. Here’s what I am going to do: I’m going to keep moving forward. Day by day. And take each of those days as a damn blessing. Because that’s what LIFE IS. It’s not a flow chart, or a list of things to do, or a debt you need to pay back. It’s a gift. It’s a blessing. It shall not be taken for granted.

So, no. I’m avoiding this question at all costs. Kinda.


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