the story we’re told
- Get a degree.
- Get a well paying job, hopefully using that degree.
- Meet the man of your dreams.
- Buy a home.
- Start a family.
- Enjoy one week of vacation a year.
This, this is what we are supposed to do, what society, our parents, and the random person on the internet thinks we should do with our lives.
This is what I did…
Yet, there I sat morning after morning at my breakfast table in my newly purchased studio apartment, tears streaming down my cheeks I’d checked all of the boxes, except for the whole man and baby thing.
However I’d fallen out of love with my career months prior.
And just weeks before purchasing that apartment I returned from a transformative first solo trip to Ireland.
I couldn’t help myself from thinking what if there’s more?