So I have come to a decision as of recently, one that won’t be put into action for *at least* ten years, probably more like 20.
Of course this decision hinges on a number of factors, the major ones being Spawn graduating from college and beginning a life separate from my husband and myself, and my parents no longer needing me. And me retaining some semblance of health. But I have a dream.
This dream is known as Retirement and while I am not anxious to be on the downward slope toward Eternity, retirement will be (I hope) a welcome state of being.
My husband assures me we will be able to retire, and I have my doubts about that, but for the sake of this dream I have allowed myself to reach this decision.
I have decided that I will become an artist in my retirement years.
I’m not even sure I will be a serious artist. My current vision involves living a Bohemian lifestyle, throwing a lot of brightly colored paint around, and cutting my hair super short and coloring it some crazy color.
See also: Mid-life crisis.
Those who know me know that I am more a Talbots kind of gal, raised with manners and sensible shoes, without an alternative bone in my body. I have a sense of decorum, I can set a table properly for a dinner party, and I write thank you notes. I live in a small town in the Upper South, where no one wears white shoes after Labor Day, and my politics are reserved for the voting booth. In short, I am what is known as A Good Girl.
Once I get Spawn raised to Adulthood and I do not need to explain myself to my mother – the gloves are off.
I can hardly wait to become the person who will inspire eye-rolling in the adult version of Spawn. Lord knows I am inspiring eye-rolling in the pre-teen version, and it’s not near as much fun as I anticipate the later version will be. It’s entirely possible a suggestion will be made that I have my marbles checked. I won’t care then, and I don’t care now.
All I know is, it’s good to have a goal.