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My own fortune
Because the cookie said I could write it
I can’t remember the last time I actually got a fortune cookie, however the message inside Peculiar Julia’s most recent one was thrust on me in our last sprint session.
As soon as she suggested it I felt a bit weird. Firstly there was the potential to be embarrassed about what I would write, what would people think? This was a strange feeling because normally I’m not one to think that.
Then there was the anxiety of failure, when in 25 years I look back on this blog and see whether I really achieved it. I don’t believe in regrets, but taking corrective action so those things don’t happen. But at a certain age you must certain times when you can correct those actions, and perhaps I feel that coming.
I was only asked yesterday where I saw myself once I retired. It’s far away, well at least retirement age is, but imagining myself in 30 years isn’t something I do often. I did take it into consideration with my life in Croatia, and actually seeing the life the older generation lead here is, for the majority, quite a happy one, and funnily enough, similar to how I live my life now.
So where do I want to be at 65, the fortune cookie said I could write my own future, so let’s give it a go.
