I was thinking recently, mainly because Alex and I were talking about it, but I am 100% satisfied with a, what some would consider, a boring life. I like the day-to-day similarities of the 9 to 5 work day (Although I work a flex schedule so I actually have varied hours, but it still follows a weekly pattern). I wouldn’t mind doing the same thing every day with travel excursions here and there. I feel no need (at the moment) for some major next step to drastically shift my schedule (ie. children). Alex feels differently, he’s that guy who looks at life as stages, and the next stage we’d have would be kids. I mean, we’ve done every other “major” stage to date.
I don’t look at life in stages, but instead as just, well, life. Like a long time, unblemished, that I’ll add nicks to once I pass them, but I don’t have planned stages that I’m looking forward to, at least not long term. That’s why I used to expect that spinster life, which would 100% be full of repetitive day-to-day things, with a couple adventures thrown in there. I like to do things at my own pace.
I know people always say “You’ll change your mind.” and I always think that’s kind of rude. There’s no need to make me feel defective, or that I’m experiencing life at a slower pace than everyone else who already “changed their minds”. Let alone those people that seem intent on making you feel guilty about it like “Don’t you want your parents to have grand kids?” Like excuse you sir/ma’am, but I am not having kids for anyone’s sake but my own. I’m an independent creature who will do what I please, when I please. Honestly, you shouldn’t want me to have children for someone else’s sake, that is pretty high handed and rude to even suggest. Like telling you that “I think you do this life changing thing because your aunt wants you to, even if you don’t want to.” What?
I feel like the correct response to anyone saying they want to do ‘a big life change’ is generally: “Cool!” or “I wish you the best of luck”! Like when I moved to Texas I got a lot of “OMG YOU ARE SO GOING TO HATE IT!” and “Doesn’t your family want you to stay?” Yes, of course my family would have preferred I stay close, but now they have fabulous travel options for the crappy PA winters, oh and you know, they support my choices. PS. I don’t hate it, and even if I did, since I’ve been told I would it makes me want to like it even more just to be contrary. (But I still won’t say ya’ll it’s forever ‘You guys’)
I don’t know if it makes me weird to enjoy the same thing every day. Waking up, going to work, eating lunch, working some more, coming home, doing chores, having fun on the weekends, taking vacations here and there, and whatever else is on the schedule. But that’s just what floats my boat, and if later on, I decide something else might float my boat….like opening a cat sanctuary on 20 acres of land to house 100 old cats, or having a child, then by golly I’ll do it when I damn well please, and when I’m damn well ready to do it. Don’t rush me. Don’t shame me. And please adopt older cats, they are stuck in shelters for such a long time that it makes me cry just thinking about it and god I love cats so much I want to save them all.
Anyone else feel like I do? Or am I actually defective? I don’t even know the point of this post, I just wanted to ramble a bit. It’s my blog, I’ll do what I want!