The Ride

I'm always wondering what is next on the horizon, and yet looking back, the path has never been predictable. Here I am suddenly a thirty-something finding that I can't even compare my life with Michael and Hope. I have an established career, a great apartment, an incredible partner, I'm not living paycheck to paycheck, I've traveled the world and yet I wonder if I can really claim myself "adult."


Maybe it's the landmarks I compare with my other adult friends that aren't yet available to me? The list of "marriage", "kids", or "affordable housing market" still keep the adult moniker at bay. Still, I look forward to the other pending events in the short-term that may be the stepping stones to the big ticket items. The trip to Costa Rica, the credit score ticking up, the extra money in the account to buy a new TV, couch or a ring.




I guess as long as you're enjoying the ride I doesn't matter whether you're on a hill, loop, drop or bunny hop. Perhaps it's more like Space Mountain where the roller coaster ride happens in the dark and you're un-aware of the next pending element. I try to think through the next year - will I have a new job, or will I own a house? I need to shift from sitting in the car to building the track.