I do not own a car.
I am nowhere near owning a house.
I’m not married or engaged or, really, anywhere remotely close.
I still do not know what my ‘career’ might be.
My ten year high school reunion is coming up in early September. I wish I could be there as I, contrary to many, really enjoyed my time in high school and would like to see the people who helped make it such a great time. Sadly, living on the other side of the world means I won’t make it.
Ten years is a long time and it would be really interesting to see what people have been doing and experiencing. As with any reunion there will certainly be surprises, both good and bad. There will be great conversations and awkward conversations. Inevitably, most conversations would likely follow a similar path: What are you doing these days? (My masters). What comes after? (No freakin clue). Are you seeing anyone? (No). What ever happened with [ex]? (Umm, I had obtained my pilots license and was flying her and our 14 children on a private flight over the north pole until I crashed and was the only one who survived, but it was more than six weeks ago so no big deal. OR, we broke up).
These conversations bang home the predominant cultural goals that I grew up with. These revolve around getting an education, getting into a career, getting married, buying a house and having kids. These are all admirable qualities and I do not for a second begrudge people who have achieved or are striving to achieve these goals. Each of these, I would imagine, is extremely rewarding and can bring an incredible level of satisfaction, but my path has not taken me down these roads. Even when examining my education (the one section you can say I’ve achieved), the environment I am in can be a little disillusioning as I am surrounded by people with or near completion of a PhD, whereas I have not even finished a masters. This makes my potential academic career seem SO far away.
It can be, and often is, depressing to look at the statements at the top of the post. To see what is often defined as ‘successful’ and not tick any of the boxes, and also knowing that these goals are still a long way off. I am certainly aware that achieving each of the aforementioned things does not guarantee the feeling of ‘success’, or recognition from others that you are ‘successful.’ I also know that these measures no longer align with what I view as successful and therefore I should not define myself by them. And I don’t.
So, what do I measure my success by? Well… that’s a good question and will have to be another blog post.
Meanwhile, what would you want to ask a friend you haven’t seen in 10 years? Post in the comments!