I don’t know if I’ve told this story on my blog before, but as we head into a new decade, I have been thinking a lot about it.

When I was eleven years old, my teacher gave us a writing assignment: Where Do You See Yourself in the year 2000?

I was eleven in 1987. I would be 24 in 2000.

I remember the assignment, and although I do not remember all my predictions, I do remember some of them. I had been fairly certain by the year 2000, I would be married, have two kids, and be a lawyer.

The change of the millennium found me still in university, working (somewhat) towards a decree in English Literature and Theatre and trying to budget both beer and food with my dwindling remainder of that semester’s student loan. I was obstinately single and mostly worried about what costume I would wear to my friend Heather’s fancy dress party for New Years Eve.

I remember telling my predictions to my friend Cayman late in 1999, and when he heard that 11 year-old me thought I’d be a married mother of two and a lawyer when the year 2000 rolled around asked, “Where are you going to find a husband?”

I think about what a big deal the change of the millennium was before it hit, how it felt like there would be a significant BEFORE and AFTER. Now, as we are ending the decade and moving towards what I would have once considered the fabled year of 2020, it kind of has that feel again, in a way that 2010 did not. And I’m kind of excited about it. If feels like the last BEFORE and AFTER year until we hit 2050, the next favoured year for making big predictions.

I never did make any predictions for who I would be in 2020, and I dare not make any for 2050. I did so poorly at guessing where I would be (and who I would be) just 13 years into the future, that I doubt I would do better now (even though I could now pass as “an adult” most days) to try and predict where life will have taken me by 2050, a year in which, should I be fortunate enough to see it, I will be a remarkable 74 years old. Wherever I am, whatever I am doing, I just hope painless dentistry (come on dicks, figure out how to use lasers or something) and flying cars are finally real things.

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