Life at 34... Ok, yeah, sure.

Someone asked me what I picture my life will be like 10 years from now.  I sat and thought about it for approximately two minutes...  It's moderately difficult to think about where I will be in 10 years, partly because it seems so far off from now.  I'm 24 years-old, and ten years from now, I will be 34, which seem like such a, well, mature age.  When I think of someone who is 34, I think of someone who has a family of their own, a stable career, a house...uh...freaking competence!  I think of someone who has their shit together.  I don't; at least not as much as I'd like to.   Heck, at 34, my parents already had at least three kids!  I can't even take care of a house plant!

Another reason why I can't imagine my life 10 years from now is because I honestly don't know where I will be.  Sure, I have an idea, but life could go in so many ways.  All I can do is hope my life will go a certain way.  If it doesn't go the way I'm hoping, that will be fine, as long as I turn out happy.  For now, there are a few things I hope my life will have at the age of 34:

• A stable career as a dance/movement therapist
• A house.  It doesn't matter what kind or how big, but it has to be a house.  Not an apartment.  I would like a backyard.
• Living or would have lived somewhere outside of Illinois.  I want to travel and experience living in another state, even if it's just for a short time.  To live in London would be a very big dream.
• My writing career in the works.  I write as a hobby, not as an aim to make money, so I'm more focused on just having fun with it.  I hope that I continue to write, either having a successful blog or a published book that provides some kind of helpful information to others.
• A child or two.  I really don't need kids by the time I'm 34, but it would be nice (but only if my shit is together!).
• Confidence, beauty, and health. 
• A ferret.  That'd be nice...  Yeah.