Random Thoughts #2: Wish

The other day, I took on the project of cleaning out the hall closet.  I came across my Senior Book from high school.  The Senior Book is just a memory book that forced me into a state of nostalgia.  When movie tickets were only $6.  2pac tossed it up.  Biggie was your poppa.  Croquet braids represented beauty.  And I predicted my future.  $100,000 per year.  2 kids: a boy and a girl.  Married.  Living somewhere tropical.  All of these things would be accomplished at the age of 27.  I can remember writing it--the enthusiasm--how sure I was.  I was so eager to grow up.  At 33, I find those preditions hilarious.  I question what the rush was.  How my idea of wisdom has been altered since I wrote in that Senior Book.  Now, I'm not saying that I'm a failure.  All I'm saying is that if I would have known then what I know now, I wouldn't have rushed it.  Every morning that the alarm clock beeps me out of slumber, I wish I was 17.  I wish my financial responsibilities involved just a pager bill and new outfit.  Wish I didn't know the definition of a budget. Wish I didn't have to make sacrifices for myself.  Wish I didn't have to prioritize.  Wish I could toss my planner out of the window and live on a whim.  But reality is reality.  Which is why I'm a writer because what I can't experience, I can write about.  And what I write about becomes my own reality.