Is it wrong that I don't really know what my life goals are at this point? I mean, I still barely know what I'm doing moment to moment most of the time. I have a job that I enjoy a vast majority of the time, good friends, a large and relatively happy group of family and friends. Isn't that all a girl could really ever want?
For the first time in a long time, I'm content with where I am in my life, which 20-something me would not understand. Life is so much stranger than we could ever imagine (in mostly good ways), so making lists about what I'd like to happen seems a little futile. In a perfect world, I'd like to get married one day to a wonderful man who I love and who loves me. I'd like to remodel my house or start over with a whole new house. I want to one day, own a little shop full of kitchy goodies and random furniture like my hero, Laurie, and plan events on the side. I want to be a good aunt to my little nieces (and potential future nephews). I want to continue to be happy wherever I am and whatever I'm doing.
My goal line changes daily sometimes. (Surely, I'm not alone in this.) But it's a lot of fun to dream.