So, I guess I've come to the point in life where it's troubling to consider that this is IT. I've got me a full-time job. I've got a kid. I've got debts, and I've got my own 27 inch television. I save up to buy mattresses and car parts. The thought of going to a dance bar pangs me. In less than five months I'm gonna be 35. Halfway to there. Where? Underground, of course. That's the end of my future, but the rest of it seems a bit dull, too. At 55 I will have finally paid off my student loan. Whoopee. Maybe by then I'll have moved out of housing. Crap, this is a bit depressing...
On the flip side, in ten years, Kole will be 16. Thinking about university (for sure), and deciding her future. Maybe by then I will have gained enough wisdom to help her make some choices, or at least the understanding about when to just let her to make up her own mind, for better or for worse. Hopefully, my current investments will bring a sense of financial security that I have yet to have had... maybe by 55 my student loan worries will be far from over, and I'll actually be thinking retirement.
One can only wish....