Thinking back on my life perspective even six months ago, I realized “long term planning” is kind of BS. At least for me it is. About six months ago, I still wanted to get married and try to have three babies, a house, and a dog by age 35. Now, I’m finally out as queer, not at all interested in birthing children, and perfectly happy with delaying marriage until such a time as I feel I’ve done enough gallivanting about the globe on my own [and/or with friend(s)]. I still want to adopt or be a foster mom, but again, I want to wait until I’ve had my fun. Hell, I’m not even sure I want to officially be married!
With that in mind, six months is my new “long term”. I’ll be focusing most of my energy on dealing with the immediate: no more than one month in advance (for the most part). Any ideas I have for life beyond six months from now is pure conjecture. I feel MUCH less angsty about this perspective. I can’t even begin to explain the amount of stress I’ve brought upon myself by trying to fit into other people’s ideal planning orientation. Sure, it’s been a great springboard concept, but I definitely need to adjust it for practical application in MY life. Case in point: I have no idea whether I will ever return to DC. Nor do I know whether I will stay in the Chi. Hell, I may do like Rosetta just did and abandon having a “home” altogether. Five years from now seems like forever and I will treat it as such. This works.
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