When are we supposed to figure shit out?
The other day I was at a small town fall festival and ran into some family (basically the whole town is my family). The festival was definitely a place for families since they had a few cute rides, some ponies, a bake sale and some raffles. My cousin and her fiancé and their adorable daughters were enjoying the park. It’s always nice to catch up so we engaged in some small talk. And of course, this question flew my way; “So, when are you gonna pop out a few?” Her fiancé was talking about children. You see, on both sides of my family, Mom’s and Dad’s, I am the oldest cousin. I have 29 cousins. I have four female cousins that are younger than me, all of which have at least one child. No judgment; their children are precious and they are happy. But I think I am seen as some mystical, mysterious, child-less creature. Needless to say, I was not surprised by this question. I’ve had a lot of practice addressing this issue. So, as I always do, I answer with “Ha… who knows.” I find it is better to answer with that than say, “Well, I am only 24; I’d like a career first; I’m not even graduated yet; I want to be married first… ” and so on.
I’m not gonna lie, I am definitely sick of this question. Along with, “So, what do you plan to do with your English degree?” If I had the answer, I’d give it. Am I supposed to? There are so many questions that I don’t have the answer to. Like, “Where do you see yourself settling down?” or “What are you going to do after you graduate?” In all fairness, I am getting older and sooner or later I will have to answer these questions. But when? And what are the rules?
Is it still okay to not have all the answers, mid-twenties?