I remember freshman year of high school writing 3 poems. A poem was to cover a decade each so the first was 10 years from now, the second 20 years from now and the third 30 years from now. In each poem we were to write of what we had achieved in that 10 years. Now I look back at them and see how little I knew then while my dreams were huge.
In the 10 year poem I wrote of being a college graduate, married to a strong wonderful man with at least one child on the way. In the 20 year poem sweet children had been born, I was steady and happy in my career and my husband and I adored each other even more. The 30 was more like that; my wee ones were grown up and beginning college themselves, I was loving my job and my relationship with my husband was better than ever.
Now I look back at those poems and wonder where my mind was. So many high thoughts and proactive thoughts for the days to come and yet now that at least half are the days past the only thing I have is the job and because of new laws it isn't even steady anymore. I don't have the dear husband now, hell I don't even have a boyfriend or the promise of one. I don't have the wee ones of my own to adore and raise up in the right way.
I have some material things, and a bit of family but nothing for people to really remember me by in the years to come. No one to want to look back on my life and see how it compares to theirs. *sigh*
I'm hoping God isn't done with me yet.

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