“It keeps getting better and better.”
One six word sentence to tell the story of my future.
I’m here near the end of my 30s with a loving partner and beautiful daughter. Even the stuff that sucks right now, like the repeated diaper blow outs and not being able to think straight for tiredness, is so awesome compared to the frustrating drudgery of only one year ago, and especially 10 years.
After I turned 30, I noticed how good shit got. My 20s kind of sucked. It was just a difficult time trying to evolve and get on my feet. By the time I hit 30, I felt like I was there. I was more confident, had a good apartment/car/job, I started traveling more because I liked doing it, and I had a solid circle of friends.
My future promises hard work raising a family, lots of snuggles with the Wee One, hiking and touring the Pacific Northwest and evolving professionally. Parts of it will suck, but it will be so fantastic. Where, in my 20s, I was evolving, now I’m aging. Gracefully. Like a bottle of 21 year Chivas whisky – so smooth you drink it neat.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Six of One, Half a Dozen of the Other.”
Write a six-word story about what you think the future holds for you, and then expand on it in a post.