Filthy Casual for Life

In 10 years, I will be 55 years old. That’s hard to imagine. I am getting to a point where getting older is bringing me a great deal of anxiety. I feel like I have so much more to accomplish and dwindling time to do it in.

In 10 years, I hope that any change in my career has already happened. I’m not saying I necessarily want my career to change. I’m getting to that age where if it is going to happen, it needs to happen soon. Age discrimination is a thing and the later in life a career change happens, the more you have to lose.

In 10 years, I hope to be traveling back to Japan. We’re going to spend a week in Tokyo in 2027. I am hoping in 10 years, I’ll be returning to visit Osaka and Kyoto. If not Japan, I hope to see myself doing a Hawaiian cruise. That would be most epic.

In 10 years, I still see myself living in the same house. With the way the economy and the market is, we’re trapped in this house. I suppose it is fine, the house will be almost paid off in 10 years. Alternatively, I hope to have moved into a one-story home if the housing market allows us to sell this house and actually afford to buy a new one.

In 10 years, I still see myself in love with this blog and anime. I might be burned out on it for now, but it will always remain a big part of my life.

I don’t foresee myself having any grandchildren. My son already told me that he doesn’t want any children, and I wholeheartedly support that. I don’t think anyone should be societally pressured into have children. There is nothing wrong with a childless life. Sure, things can change in 10 years, but for now, I don’t see myself becoming a grandparent. I am okay with that. I was a failure as a mother, I am sure I would be a failure as a grandparent, too.

I hope my health is good in 10 years, but I suspect that diabetes will continue to break down my body. I don’t really expect a rosy outcome. I expect my blood sugar to be naturally higher, medication doses higher, and the struggle being harder. That’s just the reality of my situation. I don’t sugar coat it.

I hope in 10 years, I am still able to go to therapy and keep my bipolar II disorder in check. So far, so good. I still have bouts of depression, but therapy makes it so much easier to work through.

In 10 years, I will be celebrating 25 years with my husband.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?