I have a problem. I realised it a while ago, and feel that now I am finally ready to admit to it.
Do you ever feel like you're living for tomorrow? I know that's putting it vaguely, but I don't really know how to describe what I'm trying to say.
I'm always thinking about my future. I have no idea what career I want when I'm older, but I'm determined that I'm going to have an amazing, challenging and flexible job, and that I'm going to travel the world and have loads of amazing friends (the most far-fetched of those dreams being the travelling, as I have a phobia of planes).
I guess I just want to be someone special, I want to make an impact, and I want to be known.
I always seem to justify how discontent I am with the present by my determination to have such an adventurous life when I'm older.
I can't help worrying, though, that I might always be trapped with this mindset. I could reach 40, and still not be content. I have this amazing idea of what life will be like, what if it's not?
I'm sure that you’re like this, too, to some extent. Apart from the people that settle for normal, and seem okay with knowing that they're going to have an average, albeit comfortable life. Is it just me that thinks that this kind of thinking is really sad? I mean, we only get one life; why not try our utter hardest to make it a great one, instead of an average one, where we just plod on through life?
Saying that, I'll probably look back at this blog in 20 years time and wonder, after all that life has thrown at me, how I could have been so optimistic. I know that one phrase that adults favour is 'that's life'. Is life really that difficult? I'll report back, from my sun bed overlooking my swimming pool and 10 acre garden.
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