Concept: I finish school. The job I work isn’t my dream job but I enjoy doing it greatly still. It pays enough to cover everything I might need. My bills are never overdue. Money is not a thought in my head. I have a place to live. So do my dogs. It is nice and warm, I have some plants, my bookshelves are full, my sheets are always clean. There is time to read at the end of a day. I read a lot. Thinking is a good thing. I meet up with friends regularly, old and new. They love me. We make memories. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I travel a few times a year, always different places. The places I see steal my breath away. The people I meet teach me of life. They are good. There is no war. The sea calls to me and pay visit. I am independent. I am content.
we are such a sad generation. the dream is a modest and decent life.
And still, it feels unattainable.
You know? I actually prefer to think of it as regaining sanity after all the delusions of grandeur older generations had. There is absolutely nothing wrong with a normal, decent life with just enough, and tbh it’s their fault we think there IS something wrong with it.
I wasn’t going to add this but fuck it, it might help someone.
Backstory: I remember seeing this list and dreaming of all these things when it first came on my dash a long time back. It looked daunting and unnachievable. I was a single, depressed student with severe social anxiety, barely making enough money to pay for rent on a shared apartment and feed my cat. I had no car and no prospects for a future. I was up to my eyeballs in debt. I contemplated suicide more than once.
Flash forward to today:
This post came back on my dash and as I was reading it I realized I’m checking off almost 90% of this list and I wanted to cry. I am properly medicated, sitting in a nice warm bath in a house I rent with my boyfriend. He and my 6 month old whippet, the dog of my dreams, are curled up playing video games together. My cats are asleep on the bed in my sewing room where a family of succulent plants have recently taken up residence beside my book shelves. I have just started as manager of the tiny department in my old university where I worked part time during the lowest point in my life. It’s not my chosen field and it doesn’t pay an exceptionally huge salary or anything, but it’s relaxed, I don’t stress about it at home and the hours allow me the freedom to craft and draw and do the things I love. I have rose bushes to trim and a vehicle that I worked hard to pay for outright. My debts are now only shoulder level and falling slowly with each paycheck. I sleep easy in a bed I now share with the person I love most in this world. I look forward to board game nights on weekends with new friends I’ve made through my partner along with old friends who stood by me through life’s worst. I look forward to the future. And yes, I read long and often.
Span of time between my lowest and highest points? One year six months.
That’s it.
It is achievable. You can do this. Life can and does change for the better right before your eyes even when it seems like it’s forgotten you. You just have to keep them open.
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