No, I’m not married. I don’t have any children. What can I say? The only men who look twice are the total creeps who leave me wishing for a long shower, a strong drink and new skin.
No, I don’t have my masters degree. Going to grad school requires money. While my work is rewarding, it’s not luctrative. I am planning on starting school in the Fall, but this is contingent on God providing the money, as going into debt is not an option. I don’t own any property, and I’m not even thinking about that. Sure a house would be nice. But I have no desire for anything that gives me a moments pause if I hear God say, “Go.” Not that a house would demand that, but I just don’t want to be the person who spends her life trying to get this and that, and then going nuts to maintain said acquisitions.
Am I behind in some culturally manufactured schedule determining what my life should look like? It’s entirely possible. But I live in anticipation of life’s wild adventures. There are great dreams inside this heart o’ mine, and they are bigger than any house Mount Pleasant has to offer (at a staggeringly higher price than it’s worth, I might add…)