In 5 Years

When you’re asked where you see yourself in 5 years, do you have a ready answer? I, for one, do not. And rarely in my adult life have I had an answer. The only time I could name an aspiration was when I really wanted to teach overseas. Sure, I’ve wanted to do things – buy a place, complete yoga teacher training, etc. – but never have I known where I wanted to be in 5 years’ time. 

I wonder if this has to do with the fact that I like all sorts of things and find it difficult to pinpoint the ONE thing I want to concentrate my career toward. Do I want to teach yoga full-time? Not really. Do I want to pursue another job in the travel sector? Not really. Do I want to go back to teaching? Not really. Do I want to move up in the Girl Scout organization? Not really. Is it okay to be perfectly happy doing exactly what I’m doing right now and aspire to be doing exactly what I’m doing in 5 years?? Is that an aspiration? 

This doesn’t mean I don’t dream. Remember that yoga + tea shop idea? Yeah, I still daydream about that. I miss working with kids (my one true passion and real strength!), but being a teacher again doesn’t appeal to me now. I’ve dreamt about working for the worldwide association Girl Scouts belongs to, but I don’t really want to live overseas again (I couldn’t do that to Bruno!!!) 

Even though I dream/ed of being a parent and wife, I no longer aspire to this or expect that it’ll happen in 5 years (or ever – sorry, family!). 

So what do I wanna be in 5 years? I wanna be me. I wanna be happy. I wanna be a good daughter, a good friend, a good aunt, a good dog mom. And that’s enough (right???). 

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