When I was a little girl, I dreamed Iíd grow up to be a princess. Iíd live in a castle, marry a prince and everyone would love me. Crowds would cheer wherever I went and I'd somehow find a way to bring about world peace.
Big surprise: none of those things have happened.
Iím a waitress, not a princess. My ďcastleĒ is a crackerbox of an apartment that costs way too much of my salary. Iím not married to anyone, and the closest Iíve gotten to even meeting royalty was dating a guy whose last name was Prince.
He was far from royal; his idea of a fun time was taking me to Burger King. Get it? A prince, at Burger King? Yeah: I didnít think it was too funny, either.
As for crowds cheering, people do shout when I take too long to bring their orders. And world peace? Well, I can get you a ďpieceĒ of cheesecake.
When I was a teenager, I figured adulthood would bring freedom: Iíd make my own decisions, choose my own career and plot my own course through life.
Instead, it feels like Iíve stumbled into life's version of a dead-end street.
So, my adulthood isnít all it was cracked up to be in my childhood dreams.
But, honestlyÖ whose is?
I know some people end up rich (and yay for them - and can they send their cute, unmarried sons or their extra cash in my direction?). Many people have their childhood dreams come true every day. So, why havenít mine come even close?
Iíve even prayed about my dreams. My friend Poppy is one of those born-again Christians who say God still answers prayers. She's always telling me God loves me and has a plan for me. Sheís also wants me to attend the Young Adult Fellowship group at her church. Sheís says they have lots of fun there.
God has a plan? For me? Sounds marvelous. Iíll remember that next time Iím sweeping up kitty litter or defrosting the freezer.
Poppy doesnít have a much better life situation but she sure does have faith. She lives in a crackerbox, too and Prince Charming hasnít shown up at her door either. But she keeps talking about following Godís purpose for her life and doesnít seem as bummed as I do about her own childhood dreams going down the drain with her latest dead goldfish.
So, whatís an adult to do?
I know my life isnít so bad. There are so many others who have it worse. I guess all those dreams I had convinced me things would turn out better, and I really wish it had. So, maybe Iíll try going to that Young Adult Fellowship. After all, it canít be any worse than that guy named Prince.
And I bet it will be more fun than sweeping up kitty litter.
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