I went to lunch after work today with my boss. She suggested making predictions for the next year for the business, personal lives, everything. It would be like a time capsule to open up next June.
I looked at her and smiled. “I’ll be in a better mental state a year from now,” I said.
I spend so much of my time thinking about Ex and things that have happened in the last year, 9 months, whatever. I have a court date in less than a week for my foreclosing home. Yep, it’s true. Ex didn’t pay the mortgage for about 6 months before leaving all responsibilities behind. I tried to save it. I’ve had it listed for sale with no results. Some days, I look forward to the foreclosure, other days it hurts my ego that I face this, and other days I have hope that it will sell before F-Day next month. Despite that situation, I have what matters most: my family. So, in the big picture of life, a foreclosure doesn’t matter.
I expect to have a job that I like going to. If it is unrealistic to expect that, please tell me now.
I expect to spend more time thinking about the present.
I expect to do something for me one night a week, like go to a dance class that my former teacher keeps begging me to come back to every time I see her.
I expect to have more date nights, know where I’ll be living, and where Little Guy will attend school.
Okay, so seven personal expectations in the next year. I think I’ll stop there. At least I’m still hoping and dreaming.