Here’s the script I was given:
Go to school.
Go to University.
Have a boyfriend / girlfriend or two until you find The One.
Get married in an appropriately large White Wedding. Wait a couple of years – a little while but not too long!
Get pet – dog or cat will do.
Have 2.3 kids. Boy, then girl, is ideal.
Upgrade house, upgrade house contents at various points, upgrade career.
Keep working, interspersed with various overseas holidays to appropriate destinations.
Keep working, while paying to send 2.3 kids to Good Schools. <= I am here.
Travel a bit.
Now, it’s not a bad script, as far as scripts go. But if I’d thought about it as a kid, I’m not sure it would be what I’d have wanted.
I wanted to travel, sure, but I didn’t really even want kids. Marriage wasn’t even really on my list. Most of my friends wanted the Big White Wedding and I didn’t.
I wanted to write. Hang out at beaches. Explore. Be free.
So what happens when we decide to play by a different script? I’m selling my farm now, and that means I won’t be tied down. Sure, my kids need to stay in their school, but all sorts of options are open to me that weren’t before.
I can buy a caravan and travel every holidays OR
I can build a tiny house OR
I can travel to Greece and actually snorkel the places I want to snorkel.
I don’t have to live by the script I once ran by.
A mortgage and farm don’t mean security to me any more. They mean work. Endless work. I’m rethinking the script.
When did you last rethink your script?