I’ve been thinking so seriously about the future; not with worry or anxiety, but with hopeful and joyful anticipation of certain possibilities.
Plans. I never used to have plans. I used to just drift aimlessly along. Yes, I’ve been productive but I feel it’s direction I’ve always lacked.
I still subscribe to the philosophy of taking life as it comes, but at the same time, there’s nothing wrong with having a destination. Life is chance. But while we certainly can’t predict the wind and weather, we can adjust our sails accordingly to changes in the wind, and still stay on course.
Plans. I like having plans.
I’ve always enjoyed growing up. While I believe my inner child is ever green, I never wanted to delay growing up. I never wanted to prolong that small window of time in your late teens/ early adulthood where society lets you get away with behaving with a certain degree of irresponsibility. Perhaps you can say it was a privilege I didn’t really take advantage of, but I have no regrets for it. Not that I’ve never done anything extremely stupid. But even at my craziest, I never let go of the reigns for too long. I didn’t really like being out of control.
In literature, I’ve always felt I relate most to J.M. Barrie’s Wendy Darling, and to J.K. Rowling’s Hermione Granger. Yes, deep inside I’m a purposeful, 10-year old British girl, who can be a bit of a smarty-pants, and feels responsible for everything and everyone.
But kidding aside, I think growing up is learning that the only way to truly empower yourself is to take on real responsibilities. Young folks feel limited by committing to a plan. But it’s only by seeing through commitments that we define ourselves and see what we can evolve into. Drifting is good, but to forever drift aimlessly is the path of least resistance, and it weakens the will and makes you slowly lose belief in yourself.
Life isn’t and shouldn’t be all fun and games. I’m happiest when I have purpose, even if it means I have to work hard.