Echoes of the Garage

Daily writing prompt

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

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I woke up at 3 in the morning in my chair.

Feet on the futon.

Neck messed up.

I had passed out mid-drawing.

Didn’t even plan it.

Just… gone.

Then I dragged myself to bed with no blankets and knocked out again.

I’m still tired.

So thinking about 10 years from now?

It’s weird.

I used to do that a lot.

5 years.

10 years.

20 years.

Trying to predict my life like it was a schedule.

Now I think differently.

I don’t want to predict it.

I want to choose it.

I want to be a paid artist.

Not just drawing…

but getting good.

2D.

3D.

Animation.

Storytelling.

I want to understand money better.

Stocks.

Saving.

Building something that actually grows.

And yeah…

I want a family.

Kids.

A wife.

But more than that—

I want memories.

Real ones.

Not just “we existed together.”

I mean:

👉 we lived

I want to wake up one morning…

coffee in my hand…

and look at my life and think:

this was worth it.

Not perfect.

Not figured out.

Just…

worth it.

💬 Reader question

When you think about the future… are you trying to predict it, or choose it?

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