every so often, i peruse the blog of a college acquaintance of mine, who, along with her husband, sister, and brother-in-law, are in the final stages of fixing up a wisconsin farm house in which the four (soon to be five) of them will live. over the past year, they have taken it from lowly to lovely, all by their little selves. the house has been renovated, the barn has been fixed, the garden has been planted, the horses have been delivered, a baby has been conceived, the neighbors have been befriended, the family work weekends have taken place, and the housewarming parties have already begun. it’s been so interesting to read about their progress. yet, at the same time, it has been difficult for me.
these are four people who are my age, give or take a couple years, but who have lives so drastically different from my own. they seem so . . . together. they’ve got it figured out. they know who they are, what they want, and how to achieve it. and they’re doing it. in fact, they’ve done it. at least, this is my perception of their lives, as read of in their exuberant, paragraphs-long blog posts.
and here i sit, procrastinating yet again at a job i no longer enjoy, wondering when i’ll ever figure it out for myself. will i ever feel “together”? does anyone ever really figure it all out? i’ve been asking myself these questions for far too many years.