Walking home a couple of evening’s ago in the glorious spring sunshine I couldn’t help but think about how I had never quite imagined this a year ago and certainly not two years ago and then how my ten and five year plans are really quite different now.
I’ve always carried these plans in my head (don’t we all?) When I was younger I thought I knew how it would all work, when I would meet the man I wanted to marry, how many years together, when we’d get married, the career I would have and when to start having babies.
As I grew up the plans changed, reformed and got wilder or more realistic depending on the time of the month. Once I met J the plans started to become more our plans and not just mine, of course at first they were very separate and slowly they merged, creating a shared future. Those times are wonderful when we dream and we shape our future together and the plan becomes more real because it’s ours not mine.
Of late I feel like I’ve been doing a lot of future gazing, for some reason this move has made me think in years rather than days/weeks/or months. Perhaps it’s part of growing up, perhaps it’s just what I fall back on when I’m unsure about what will happen or missing home. Who knows, whatever it is I think it’s time to redraft our five year plan. After all a lot can change in a few months, let alone five years.