Or plans, or just dreams. I do not know yet

For a month now I'm going to write where and by whom I want to be in 10 years. This is quite difficult, considering that I have no idea what I want specifically in terms of work and relationships.
Now my life is painted on routine days and routine weeks, which turn into routine months.
I'm currently working and sort of make a very good living by the standards of my small town. But I know for sure that in ten years I do not want this. And I know for sure that my life should be full of adventures worthy of a Hollywood adventure film. It used to be so when I was 16 years old, but now all my past cool stories are already so far in time that they seem to me a ghostly reminder of the life I lived 1000 years ago.
It's terrible for me to think that I will have my own store, for example, and I will trade it all my life. Or a constant non-dusty work in the office, every day in the morning on the same road, on the same bus, to the same office. And so day after day. Or "Hello, I have been living in Alexandria for 30 years already, and I like such a calm and measured life." Add here a husband, fattened from satiety, calmness and comfort, a couple of little children and two cats or dogs, and then a grave somewhere in the cemetery, the same as for everyone. A couple of generations and no one will remember.
And it seems to me that such a life, no matter how righteous and worthy of respect (maybe), is meant for someone else, and I do not know how to be normal and calm. As one friend once said to me, "You are trying very hard to be good, but from time to time you break and blast this world." Of course, terribly pretentious, but it's true, I have never been so right and good as now. The hostess, the responsible worker, the cook, the servant. Polite, decent, let down the conflicts on the brakes to avoid escalation, even where my opponent is a notorious scum. Ugh! On my own, it's disgusting.
And I need to have a full suitcase and tickets for the plane. That there was such a heap of affairs that it was necessary to burst, but all to be in time. In this case, everything, be beautiful, super well-groomed, and all that. Often get acquainted with new people, interesting people. And feel that time passes not in vain, that much is being done by me, it is me, and not by someone else there. That I change this world and my actions really affect something on a global scale, not just in my own kitchen. To the blog was packed to the eye, at least 2-3 posts a day with cool pictures: today - from Singapore, tomorrow - from Brussels, the day after tomorrow - from Havana, Caracas or Rio. And that these were quite real pictures, not a fake Photoshop for Instagram. So I will like, and so I will like myself, I will feel that everything is fine in my life, everything in its place, even sometimes it will be desirable to die from fatigue. All the same, I will be happy, because now, I am quite rested and settled at home as a vegetable.
And now ... here we begin to quietly spring, after a heavy snowfall it has suddenly become warmer and if not today, then tomorrow - everything will float. Tomorrow I'll meet my sister from the hospital, she promised her to take a walk somewhere, otherwise the child in the hospital, in 4 walls, was bored. And I'll get a haircut, and maybe they'll come to me from Georgia at last, my super-eco-bio-natural creams (or maybe they will not come, two months are already running out, I even filled out a customs declaration for them).

This picture was downloaded from an open source