Yes, that is me up there. That photo was taken in late 1998 when I was 12 years old, when my scrunchy game was strong, when I routinely went shooting in the wilderness, and when I drafted this gem of “life goals” list of sorts (below). (I only chose this photo because literally EVERY photo I found of myself from 1998 was of me firing a .22, so why not this one?)
ANYWAY. My life goals from 1998. Well. I’m not sure that these were life goals in the sense that they were the things I wanted to do most. But they definitely were things that, as the title states, I thought I would accomplish by now-ish.
Here’s a breakdown of that list, in case you can’t read it in the photo.
WHAT I THINK I WILL HAVE ACCOMPLISHED BY THE TIME I AM 30:
Places I have traveled to:
Buy a house
Pretty well off
Yeah, so, uh. About all that.
I’ve never been to France; I went to Florida the summer after I wrote this list; and if you count the six-ish hours I spent in New York City one time then technically I’ve been there, too.
I am technically married, I do have (at least) one child, but yeah right if I own a house now, or will anytime soon. LOL for real.
I just laugh at the “Financial” section. So hard. How blissful (youthful) ignorance was/is.
As for jobs? Jesusfuck, I could never be a teacher (kids are so annoying); I don’t even like makeup or nail polish or hair stuff; I can’t act or sing or dance to save my life, and really have no desire to do any of those things; I guess I could count donating blood and stem cells and bone marrow as medical work; I did join the Army (twice), and I’ve definitely worked my fair share of receptionist jobs, once of which was at a hair salon and another that was at a tanning salon so that beautician one was kind of met.
Being a UCLA graduate student? Only in my wildest dreams, apparently. It took me 29 years to graduate with just a regular undergrad degree, and from a shitty online school. But hey, at least I did it and whatever.
Anyway, this list was hilarious to find and compare to my actual real life at (almost) 30. Maybe I’ll get the chance to travel to France and buy a house and bank a shit ton of money and go to grad school in the next seven months. But if not, no biggie. I’m pretty happy with where I’m at right now.