Day Two: Where I'd like to be in 10 years

On to Day 2 of the 30 Day Writing Challenge!

Day 2: Where I'd like to be in 10 years

So let's see... I'm 27 years old right now so when I'm 37... 37?! Will I really be 37 one day?? It's not that I think 37 is old, it's that I still feel like a kid most of the time. Does that feeling ever go away?
Anyhow, truth be told, I've never thought that far down the line. I've sort of taken things as they've come. I think the only three things I've planned for were my marriage, my Masters degree and my baby.
But in ten years from now...
I won't mention anything to do with my husband because I know we'll still be happily married.
I don't know if another bundle of joy is in our future. It's still a little fresh right now! I won't say never because people never believe a woman who has recently given birth. They all assume she'll change her mind when she's getting more sleep and the gruesome pain of childbirth has faded a bit. Mostly they're right.
As for furthering my education, I thought at one point that I wanted to get my PhD but after assessing the job market for university teachers, I've put the idea aside. It was a struggle for us financially to put me through school and I can't justify doing it again, with an infant no less, if I can't guarantee that a job will be waiting for me when I finish. I love to learn and if I had all the time and the money in the world, I'd do it in a heartbeat. But alas, those days are long gone! I may, on the other hand, go back to school in another field. Maybe journalism. In any case, in ten years, I'd like to have established myself in a career that I like. I won't be greedy and say a career that I love but something close would be nice. I love to write but in all honesty I'm afraid I'm not good enough. I'm afraid I'll fail. I'm afraid I can't make a living off of it. It hurts to put those words down, to actually be honest with myself and say aloud that I'm afraid of failure. Deep down I thought that if I didn't own up to my feelings, didn't tell people about my desire to be a writer, that I couldn't fail because I never actually said I wanted to do it. But here it is for all the world to read. Anyhow,  in ten years I'd like to be able to say to people when they ask me what I do for a living, "I write."
Ten years from now I'd like to say that I've been to either Rome or Jerusalem so I can say I have seen with my own eyes the geographic locations I've read about and studied.
In ten years, if we're still living in Quebec, I'd like to be living on the island of Montreal. If not, somewhere I've never lived before, in Canada.
I think that's about it...
Oh, and on a vain note, in ten years I'd like to be thinner.