The Mid Life Dating Files 2025

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Where do I see myself in 10 years?

Well… first of all, let’s just address the obvious: I will be 64. SIXTY. FOUR. I’d like to pause here for dramatic effect while I process that information like it’s a breaking news alert. 🚨

In my mind, I’m still somewhere between “I’ve got plenty of time” and “I should probably stretch before I sneeze.” So my first and most heartfelt goal is simple: I hope I can get out of bed without sounding like a bowl of Rice Krispies. Snap, crackle, pop… but make it my knees.

But truly, I hope I’m healthy, active, and still on the move—because I have zero intention of slowing down. I’m doing all the things now (eating right-ish, exercising, pretending I enjoy planks) so Future Me can say “yes” to adventures instead of “hold on, let me find my heating pad.”

In 10 years, I fully expect my bucket list to be less of a list and more of a constantly expanding novel. Because every time I check something off, I immediately think of five more things I need to do. Travel? Yes. All of it. Everywhere. Repeatedly.

And let’s talk about this next chapter—because it’s a big one. Closing on my current home and stepping into something new feels symbolic, like I’m flipping to a fresh page and boldly writing, “Plot twist!”

Within the next decade, I fully plan to have found my perfect little river lot and built my forever home. I’m talking peaceful views, slow afternoons, and a glass of wine in hand while I sit on my porch pretending I don’t have a single worry in the world.

Even better? I picture myself sitting out on the pier with my person, a good bottle of wine between us, glasses in hand, talking about life, laughing about the past, and just soaking in the kind of peace you can’t rush. The kind you earn.

Now… let’s address the wildcard in this 10-year plan: my “forever person.”

Yes, I said it. I’m putting it out there. Somewhere out there is a brave soul who is ready to:

Travel the world with me Drink wine or margaritas on a random Tuesday Sit on a pier and solve all of life’s problems (or at least talk about them) Listen to me narrate life like it’s a documentary Tolerate my need to Google EVERYTHING and provide documented proof (a.k.a. “receipts”) And… handle not just me, but my alter ego too 😏

Because let’s be honest—Spirit Water will absolutely be making frequent appearances.

Now, for those unfamiliar with this legend, Spirit Water is my alter ego… my protector… my built-in entertainment system. She shows up when needed, says what needs to be said, and occasionally turns an ordinary moment into a full-blown production.

So yes, my future person will need to be emotionally stable, slightly fearless, and fully prepared to love both of us. Because being a Scorpio is not for the weak. We are stubborn on a professional level, a little hard to read, but fiercely loyal and loving… once you’ve earned it.

Spirit Water? She just helps enforce the boundaries and keep things interesting.

But here’s the catch—I might have to tear down my own personal version of the Berlin Wall first. And let me tell you, it’s not just a wall… it’s reinforced concrete with security cameras and a moat. Built by yours truly. Because apparently I enjoy being stubborn.

Also, this future person needs to pass a very important test: surviving a full day with my family.

If they can handle:

My dad’s sarcastic one-liners delivered with perfect timing My mom’s completely unfiltered commentary on literally everyone and everything And me fact-checking conversations in real time

…then congratulations, they’ve earned a permanent spot in the story.

And let’s not forget what might be my favorite part of this future life: the nightly “Cooking Concert Series.”

Picture this: a new recipe, music playing, me in the kitchen with a glass of wine in one hand and a spatula in the other, singing at full volume like I’m headlining a sold-out show. We’re dancing, we’re laughing, we’re probably slightly off-key—but fully committed.

Basically, I’ll be living my best “Dancing Queen” life… just with more seasoning and better snacks.

And of course, I truly hope my Blaze is still right there beside me—my loyal, slightly judgmental, talking sidekick—supporting my cooking and singing habits like the real MVP. Every great performance needs an audience, after all.

Oh—and somewhere in all of this living, laughing, traveling, and Googling… I hope I’ve finally written my book. Maybe it’s about my life, maybe it’s a collection of all these blog posts, or maybe it’s a little bit of everything—stories, lessons, laughter, and real-life moments all wrapped into one.

And who knows… maybe by then I’ve written even more songs too. I’ve already started, so there’s no telling what might come next. Maybe one—or a few—will actually make their way out into the world. If nothing else, they’ll be part of the soundtrack to this beautifully chaotic life.

At the end of the day, what I really want in 10 years is simple:

A home I love, peaceful river views, afternoons that slow down, and nights filled with laughter, music, and maybe a slightly overcooked meal.

I want a life full of experiences, stories worth telling, songs worth singing, and people (and pets—and alter egos) to share it all with.

So here’s to 64—hopefully a little wiser, definitely still witty, maybe slightly creaky—but living a full, joyful, adventure-filled life with a river view, a margarita (or wine) in hand, music in the background, and love sitting right beside me on the pier.

And if all else fails… at least I’ll have excellent Google receipts to prove I lived it well.