My sister-in-law visited this past weekend and, in the midst of chatting about important things like the kids, plot developments on Grey’s Anatomy, and her new puppy (I’m not a dog person, but this little guy? Cute. Very cute), we got to talking as we often do about our short-term, long-term plans – where we see ourselves in five years.
Five years ago I was living in Connecticut, teaching history to highly motivated, high achieving high school students at a highly competitive prep school. One of my classes that fall was Russian History, a seminar in which I taught my seniors about, among other things, Joseph Stalin’s Five Year Plans. That semester Five Year Plans were all about collectivization and industrialization, catching up and getting ahead.
I never imagined what my own Five Year Plan had in store.
How could I have? I was childless. I was a teacher. My husband was a PhD candidate just starting to hear about interviews at schools that might one day hire him. I went to yoga four times a week. I coached basketball. I ate leisurely dinners with my husband and my friends. I sipped coffee slowly.
How could I have foreseen that today, just five years later, I would be living in the Midwest, with my college professor husband and our three (!) kids, working as a part-time work-at-home writer? (A writer!? Where did that come from?) That I would drive a minivan full of car seats? That I would be a devotee of weekly date nights?
Looking back at that younger woman, I wonder what her dreams were. I suspect that I am living many of them. I know I am living others she never conjured.
It’s remarkable – isn’t it? – the way our lives unfold in scripted and unscripted ways. We dream and we plan and then we find ourselves in places beyond our imagination.
Who knows where I will be five years from now? I look ahead and see some likelihoods, some possibilities, and some not-even-considereds just starting to shimmer around the edges.
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