On her thirty-first birthday Sophie reluctantly resigns herself to accepting that the eagerly anticipated dream life she’d begun planning when she was fifteen was on virtually every level a bit of a failure.
‘True I’m still married to Martin although maybe not quite as blissfully as I’d envisaged’ she thought to herself. ‘And true we have two of the three children we’d planned on having but after experiencing the joys of motherhood twice number three was relegated to the ‘I don’t think so’ category. But as for all the other jigsaw pieces of my dream life by the time I was thirty? . . . Well they’ve got lost somewhere and the picture wasn’t looking at all like the one on the box’.
‘Quite why so many people’s life dreams have to be achieved by the time they’re thirty I’m not entirely sure’ she reflected. ‘But thirty does seem to be the success or failure timeline marker that you set for yourself, and today’ she grudgingly admitted ‘I’ve officially passed my marker. Game over and no bonus lives earned.’
‘True I’m still married to Martin although maybe not quite as blissfully as I’d envisaged’ she thought to herself. ‘And true we have two of the three children we’d planned on having but after experiencing the joys of motherhood twice number three was relegated to the ‘I don’t think so’ category. But as for all the other jigsaw pieces of my dream life by the time I was thirty? . . . Well they’ve got lost somewhere and the picture wasn’t looking at all like the one on the box’.
‘Quite why so many people’s life dreams have to be achieved by the time they’re thirty I’m not entirely sure’ she reflected. ‘But thirty does seem to be the success or failure timeline marker that you set for yourself, and today’ she grudgingly admitted ‘I’ve officially passed my marker. Game over and no bonus lives earned.’
