Because of that, I was recently reminiscing about when I was 17. A decade has gone by since then? Holy crap.
Even crazier, I realized that I started dating my first serious, long-term boyfriend at 17 (when that thought popped into my head, I immediately got online and reminded him of how friggin' old we are. It feels like 5 years since we dated. He probably doesn't agree.)
When I was 17, if you had asked me where I'd be in ten years, my answer probably would have been (with a shake of my blonde hair and a flip of my Catholic school kilt):
"I'll be a successful author with a rock-solid deal for more novels; newly married, hoping for two kids; playing guitar and singing with my band on weekends; TV show in the works; living by the lake in St. Catharines with a big backyard and a swing. For me."
Sorry, teenage Kris. Things changed.
I wonder if that kilt still fits.
The ten years after 17 twisted and turned in ways I never expected - great ways, nasty ways, irreplaceable ways. A lot of it has been quite a ride.
Some of those old predictions may still happen. Some won't, because I no longer wish for 'em.
Maybe when I'm 37, I'll look back on my 27 year-old self and laugh. Just a little.
Where did your decade younger self think you'd be now? And where will you be ten years from today?