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Waiting For Our Real Life

"When I look in the mirror I see the girl I was when I was growing up, with braces, crooked teeth, a baby face and a skinny body."
Heather Locklear



I think there is a general feeling of dread for those of my generation who are looking for their dream jobs and possibly for their dream family lives. It seems that without these pieces fitting in to place real life has not started and it's almost is we're stuck in some sort of purgatory. For those who are still in college think, well, this isn't it, this is only the journey. Once I get there my real life is going to start. This is what I thought until I finished my BA degree and realized there are so many other choices. I could go back to school get my MA, I could get a real job and settle somewhere. I work as a secretary in a University and I still keep wondering when my real life will actually begin. 


I don't think there is any certainty when someone starts their real life. They get a job, they stay there for a few years, they move along until they find possibly a better job and possibly not. Truthfully, it's possible our real lives never stop being our real lives. It is all about perspective, life is what you make of it. 


As people, we can't stop growing and changing or we become unhappy. Even if you feel you haven't quite reached your destination, take a minute and try to enjoy your current location. Perhaps you will find you are on the road to the world's largest ball of yarn or something. Because if we are anything other than constantly changing and growing creatures then we are also our memories. 


p.s. Do not worry Heather Locklear, you grew up just fine and sometimes we hate you for it. Hugs and Kisses. 

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