The other day while picking up some holiday items I stumbled upon this book. My first reaction was laughter. Laugh out loud and get crazy looks kind of laughter.
I snapped a photo. Sent it to my friend Marcy, a stage 4 ovarian cancer warrior princess, who would “get it” the way I “get it”.
Then I tried to take the book a little more seriously. Took a breath in and exhaled; felt my shoulder blades lower towards my waist. I re-read the cover. Where will you be five years from today? With neutral emotion the only thought that came to mind was “I hope I’m alive?”
I set the book down. I had zero interest in looking inside.
Next stop, a rounder of cards. I had notes to purchase recognizing birthdays, christmas, and new years. All events roughly 3 months out; my version of long-term planning.
Aquarius vs. Cancer 
Oh Kimmy. Heart…
Linnea
It is such a change looking at life in shorter spurts. In all honesty, it is probably a very good thing. Just challenging when the rest of society does not.
Yeah…I get it. I had the same problem after I saw a book titled, “Fear of Fifty.” Really? Fear of FIFTY? The upside of doing short-long-term planning is that, because the chunks of time are smaller, they’re easier to swallow. It seems a more honest way to live.
Hang tough.
I agree with you, Ruth. Living in the smaller chucks does bring out a more authentic self.
I know what you mean. I just had a conversation last night, about commitment. I said, forget about five years, I’m lucky if I can get six months ahead of myself. Oh, to once again have the luxury of the five-year plan…
What a strange thing to be envious of, right? I so am!