When I grow up…

I want to apologize first and foremost; a lot of this may sound like bragging, but I don’t mean it in that way.

A year out from thirty, I’ve started a good career over these past few months, and pending a colossal fuckup, I should be good to go as far as providing for myself. Within the next decade or two, with some careful planning, I’ll be able to go back to working something a bit more modest, with far fewer responsibilities, and enjoy a minor form of retirement. The question that taunts me now is- to what point and purpose? 

It’s an odd thing, once you’ve finally gotten yourself covered in terms of how you earn your living, to then try and decide what you want to actually do with your life. I would love to find a husband, settle down in a cozy little house, and just kill time until mine runs out. No greater purpose, no remarkable legacy, just enjoy what life has to offer. 

… I sorta’ lost my train of thought here and completely forgot where I was going with this. I guess I’m just looking for input on the matter. That sounds about right.