I woke up this morning and thought about when I was 20. Painful thought I know. But specifically, I thought of what I assumed my life would be like now, when I was 20. I assumed I would have what every 30 something year old would have.
My own home.
A dependable car.
You know, the essentials. However, I find that my assumptions were a bit skewed. I overestimated my ability to adult.
Today, I rent a home that is above a store (that feels like it’s going to fall apart), I do own a car though. Two actually, but both of them are not what I would call dependable. Our van has a huge crack in the windshield and has been riding on the spare tire for the past three months and my jellybean (Ford Focus) has something wrong with the front passenger brake pads. Every time we drive it you can smell burning rubber.
Now, I’m not a mechanic but I’m gonna say that’s not good.
I can’t say I have great income. I’m still eating if that counts, and our lights are on but that’s about the extent of it.
It’s safe to tell my younger self that we may have aimed a little high. That or I’m just not the person I thought I’d be at my current age.
I say all that, but I am content with all I have accomplished. Although I have not reached the goals, I set for myself at age 20 just yet. I’m getting there. I’m moving in the right direction and I’m good with that.
If you’re reading this today and you feel like you have fallen short of your own aspirations for yourself, just wait. All good things take time. Keep pushing and don’t give up. The goal is to get there, in reality, it doesn’t matter that it’s a slow slope uphill. As long as you’re not rolling down it.
🧡 Shine Bright, Kayla