Twenty years ago today.

On this day, twenty years ago young Jamie, likely dressed in her all green uniform was given an index card at Waukeela Camp and asked to write what she hoped her life would be like in 20 years. That's today.


Let's do an audit.

Successful? Maybe.
Married? No.
One adopted girl? No.
And of the possible careers, I guess cartoonist comes closest to advertising. What almost 12 year old wants to be a psychiatrist? How did I even know what that was?

20 years later, however, I still do count the days to my birthday. Months in advance, sometimes.

Maybe I should do another for when I'm about to turn 52.

Nah.