Writing a blog is HARD sometimes. Also, I love this girl's dress/belt.
And her hair. Hmm... I kind of want a globe and a typewriter now, too.
Man, it's been 249 days since I started shopping detox and somehow it's suddenly getting SO HARD to think about things to write about. But when I feel like this, I think about poor Lawrence - who has been watching the movie Julie & Julia every day for 281 days so far, and he always has things to say, so I can step up to the plate.
Oh, in other news, I have SOMETHING VERY EXCITING to tell you about in the next few days. I am no good at keeping secrets, but I have to, so STAY TUNED is all I can say about that.
Anyway, since I can't write about the EXCITING THING, I thought I'd write about something tangentially related to finance. And that is, how I am living my life totally unlike how I thought it was supposed to be. But I love it. So, that's the thing.
Oh, Barbie shoes. I used to lose these like ALL THE TIME.
OK, when I was a little kid, playing around with my Barbie dolls (*note: enacting soap opera-style backstabbings and blackmail and secrets being hidden and revealed, while wearing awesome doll-sized outfits) I had a certain idea of how things should be. This impression was based mostly on The Cosby Show, Degrassi Jr. High, All My Children, Rodgers & Hammerstein musicals, and Betty & Veronica comics. Basically, there was a certain way life was supposed to go, and it went like this:
1) Graduate high school
2) Attend university
3) Buy a house
5) Have an amazing career, while raising 7 redheaded children (somewhere in there was a lavish, Princess Diana-style wedding)
6) Happy ever after!
|In retrospect, I think I wanted to be a kid in a big family.|
I didn't want to mother a big family.
Gradually, I began to realize that this sequence was not the course that life had to take. One of my friends in junior high was like, "I don't think I'll go to university," and I was like WHAT? That's just what you're supposed to do. Suddenly, the entire world fell apart as I realized that you didn't have to do all the things on this list (or at least, not in this order). (*Note: I still went to university)
The whole house purchase thing is also not anything that I'm thinking about. And again, this freedom emerged when my friend was like, "I don't think I ever want to own a house. You have to do all those repairs," and I was like OMFG and ever since, have been happy renting. I was happy renting before, but now there's not that little tiny voice in the back of my head saying, You should be saving up for a downpayment!
If I had seen these Elvis & Priscilla Barbies when I was a kid?
Nothing could have stood in my way towards owning them. FOR REAL.
The 7 children thing was also influenced by the Weasley family in Harry Potter. I told my Mom that I wanted to be like Mrs. Weasley, and she was like, "Um, really? You don't even change diapers of kids who you babysit. Plus, it would be a lot of work." And it's true. Really, what I want are little clones of myself who I can dress and name. But I can do that with my cat. Or several cats.
|All of the redheaded kids would have names starting with Ann:|
Anna, Anndrew, Anndrea, Annthony, Annastasia, Annton... etc.
Yeah, I think this daydream had more to do with my wanting clones than children.