I may not be religious, but there’s truth in the saying that when you make plans, God laughs. Broad, undefined plans can indeed become reality, such as “buying a house or traveling to Austin, TX”—these are certainly within the realm of possibility. However, given my chronic illness, disability, and lack of financial security or savings, it would be silly to even try to imagine myself in 10 years.

Does anyone remember the 2020 pandemic? Plans?! Why bother?

I’ve never been one to make 5 or 10 year plans. Not even 3 year plans. But I’ll play along for this prompt.

The Year is 2034

• I will probably be dead, but it’s a silly thing to think I know what will happen in 2034. Going forward, let’s say I will be alive because the universe is cruel.
• This is scary. Wow. If I still ‘own’ my house, it will be in much better shape. I will add a mini sauna. (don’t laugh) or a nook.
• I will be able to knit and sow useful things. Dream big!
• I will have a $12K in an ER fund. That could last me at least 5 months (if necessary) and give me a false sense of security. I don’t have control or security.

I’m done. I can’t see anything about 2034. All I know is that the world will be completely different than now. So, I’ll save thinking about it.