Bringing Mae Flowers

Time moves differently as you age.

When you’re a child, three years feels like an eternity. As a teen, three years feels like another lifetime. As a young adult, three years feels life changing. As an adult, three years feels like no time at all. Maybe that’s because you’ve already lived 3 years several times over, or maybe because life stages feel less defined- but now that I’m in my 30s, I don’t think my life will be much different in another three years.

Maybe I’ll live in a Hallmark movie.

Not in the “everyone is white, and I fall in love with a stranger” sort of way- but in a “owning a small, successful shop in a close-knit community” kind of way. here’s a reason that those movies are popular despite their incredibly cliche and predictable plots. It’s because they sell us a dream world that feels almost possible. In several ways, I’m half-way there. I own a business and a little house in a small city. All that’s left is to quit my job and open a physical storefront to complete the picture. In three years, under the right circumstances and with careful planning, it just might be a reality for me.

But, if nothing changes, I’ll be happy with that too.

I am among the lucky few who can say that life is pretty good right now. I live in a beautiful home with a wonderful partner and a cute cat who fill my house with love. I have a good paying job that I mostly enjoy, and a small hobby business that allows me to express my creativity. I have a lot to be grateful for, and I am grateful for it. If nothing changes in the next three years- I will be content with that.