- 5 years ago
Weird thought crossed my mind earlier – my dream, ideal life will be nothing like the life I’m going to end up having.
My whole life I’ve dreamt of finally getting some of my edgy science fiction novels published, moving to London alone (or with a partner), spending my days either lounging in our super-modern third floor apartment or huddled in the corner of a Costa with my laptop and a strong shot of coffee. That always seemed PERFECT to me, and even now it would be lovely.
My actual life will consist of living in a two-bedroomed house in the suburbs, being married with kids, working 9-5 in a boring office job and finding little to no time for writing. And while I’m mostly happy and have made those decisions myself, it still makes me sad that my dream life is so impossible now.
Got me thinking, though. Bees, what is the difference between the life you wanted to lead and the life you’re actually going to lead?