Dragging my feet in the game of life?

My friend Anna recently became engaged to be married to a lovely man, and her twin Julie has just purchased her first home with her partner. Other friends I’ve seen since being home are now parents. It’s hard to avoid feeling like I’m somehow WAY behind the rest of my generation with so many friends getting married, buying homes, paying off their student loans and having children. Usually I start to think like that and then laugh at myself and move on. Sometimes I talk/whine/question with my dear (and very patient) friend Sarah about it and we both laugh a lot and then I feel much better. Sometimes I wonder whether I really want to have a house or kids, especially when it’s so great looking after friend’s kids, having all the fun and then giving them back when they cry or make a smell. I talk to aroha about it too and I occasionally get upset about the difference between where I’m at, and where my brain tells me I should be. But lately, I just feel so excited about all the things I have planned for the next year. It’s going to be professionally challenging and exciting. I expect that it will be so different from my current life that I feel as if I’m moving to another world. I will be a minority within a minority….and I don’t have to lose sleep over screaming kids, share the remote control or my bed, or change my clothes every 2h due to baby slobber. I can also sit in bed at 11pm on a Friday night typing without being rude ☺. I’m sure I’ll probably write more about this topic down the track, or maybe only in my offline version, but it’s nice to wind up the thought without going deeper than superficial and to complete it in less than a page.