When reality hits the van

I bet Life is just staring at me right now like: « You’ve got jokes lady »

Why? Because when I was about 15 to 18 years old (yes I was THAT naive at 17 years old -_- ), I used to tell myself the story of my perfectly planned life, and it looked nothing like my actual life right now.

I used to think that by 25 years old, I would have finished my master’s degree, found a great job and jump-started my wonderful career. I would also be married, happily, and have one kid already. Of course back then I did not know my future husband but did I care bout the man? God no! My point was that I would be married at that age, no matter what.

Well, guess what? I am nearly 25 (like reeeaaaallyyyy nearly) and noooone of that, I repeat nooone of that is accomplished or even close! I mean, sure I got one master’s degree, but it was not the good one apparently because here am I, back in school for an other master…soooooo. Sure I made a big career move just right after that degree (oh my, was I proud of that!), buuuuut it all felt apart just months later. And sure I got engaged, but guess what? Your girl right here lost her ring 5 months after the engagement, sooooo let’s just say mariage is not around the corner.

Honestly if we were rewarded on how bad of a prophet we could be, man, I would be a millionaire! But then again, who would reward such foolery, right?

All of that to say how blasé I am just thinking about that damn 25th birthday: I want to disappear and erase that day from existence, like literally.