When I was too young to know any better, I only wanted my life to be something like a Disney channel TV show. There would be conflict, but it would always be solved in a 30-minute period, and everything would be perfect again. After all of the problems I would be enlightened by some life lesson, that to many would seem obvious. Unfortunately, my problems don’t have 30-minute life spans.
I haven’t even really grown up, but looking back now, I am not where I expected to be at sixteen when I was 5. I thought I was going to be extremely popular. That has yet to happen/ I don’t think I really want that to happen. I was supposed to be quite the man’s lady, and have a hot, intelligent, popular, but respectful boyfriend. I haven’t had a boyfriend or nearly as many as I thought I was going to have. I thought no one had sex until they were married. Boy was I in for a shock! I actually thought sex was the most disgusting act to exist between two people. If 50 Shades of Grey came out when I was little I wouldn’t have been so blind, I swear! I also thought I was going to have a pony. I’m not sure if I would even fit on a pony at my age, but a girl can dream.
I’m not unhappy with how I turned out, but I wish younger me would’ve been more realistic with the future. I was definitely not ready for the epiphany that hit me once I matured and gained the little life experience that I have. I realized I hadn’t accomplished anything that I had wanted to do by sixteen, which was kind of depressing. Although, I truly don’t think I would want to be what little me had planned out. I plan to be much more cautious when thinking about what is to come, I won’t be expecting my life to be like Sex and the City when I’m in my thirties (As much as I want it to!).