"At least when you're in your twenties, you can still sell the dream. 'I want to be a doctor. I want to write a book. I want to travel.' Today it's, 'I'm 33 and an accountant I'm overweight and I'm kinda bald.' There's no dream left to sell."
-On getting a girl to commit is easier the younger a man is.
A lot can be said for taking a good, honest look at who you are today. Your expectations, your goals, and reassessing everything that you're doing (or not doing) to work toward that goal. On the flip side, a girlfriend said the following:
"I have this nightmare. I wake up Christmas morning and I'm 45 and alone and still in my parent's house." We laughed, but she followed her confession with, "It's not that far off. It's only 15 years away, and I remember where I was 15 years ago. Vividly. And it doesn't feel that long ago."
So here's what the last 15 years have done for me:
I am way more attractive than I was 15 years ago. I know how to do my hair (or rather, I actually DO my hair now). I wear clothes that actually fit me (for the most part). I shave my legs. I wear makeup. I exercises. I can run several miles without stopping. I'm not afraid of people anymore. I've left the country several times now, and I really really love that. I know how to snowboard. I've been wakeboarding, waterskiing, and deep sea fishing. I am a godmother to my friend's amazing adorable children. I've lived alone. I've lived with roommates. I have a college degree and have taken graduate courses and loved it. I have email. I have a cell phone. I can cook chicken. I own my own car. And I look forward to going home with one man, instead of ditching the one I'm with to hang out with my friends.
If that's what the last 15 years have done for me, I can't wait to find out what happens over the next 15. Forget selling a dream. I want to live it.