When Life Hands You Lymes #80

Hey everyone! 
Can you believe it, we’re already on the 80 segment of my fictional story When Life Hands You Lymes. I’ve actually been using the original story for the last while and I’m happy to announce that we’re getting very close to the end of the story! 
I hope y’all enjoy this segment. It’s one of the ones that makes me smile. 
New Chapter
“There are times when I’m really not sure what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.” Julia is painting her nails and has a scowling expression on her face. 
“I take it that bothers you.” 
“Of course it does. Doesn’t everyone know what they want to do with their lives by the time they are in their twenties?” Julia blows on her fingers on her left hand and then holds them off to study them. “I mean, I know that everyone doesn’t really, but everyone in your family has, so I feel like I’m way behind since I don’t.”
I shake my head. “My family is totally unusual.” 
“You know what it’s like to feel like there is so much to live up to though, right?” 
I nod. I know the feeling all to well. 
“I know you do.” Julia looks at her right hand and I join her sitting on the edge of the bed and hold out my hand for the purple nail polish. “I realize that no one is going to look down on me if I can’t decide if I’m going to go back to college or keep doing online courses and of course I would love to continue working with Emerson Airlines, but who knows what I’ll be doing twenty years down the road.” Julia’s eyes sparkle and she lets out a deep sigh. 
“Sometimes I think you know what you want to do but you’re scared to admit it you yourself.” I begin painting her thumb nail with gentle strokes. 
“You’re probably right.” Julia’s words are more like a whisper of air than an actual admission. 
“When are you going to get over that?” I get a little bit of nail polish on her actual thump and use a piece of tissue to wipe it off. 
“Who knows.” Julia shrugs. “It feels so silly to actually verbalize what I want. I mean, what if people think it’s not a worthy enough venture to peruse?” 
I look up, my eyes sparkling. “Why do you care what people think? No one besides you is living your life. That means that you’re the one who will have to stand before God at the end of this life and give an account for how you spent your time.” 
“I think I might remember telling those words to you at some time in the past.” Julia laughs. 
“I think I might remember you telling them to me, too.” 
“And how’s it working out?” 
“Following my dreams and not allowing what other people think of me to stop me from moving forward?” 
Julia waves her hand. “Never mind, I know how it’s working out for you. It’s hard, but it’s worth it.” 
“Then what would you say if I told you that I wanted to become a farmer?” 
I laughed. “I would be quite surprised but if that’s really what you felt like you were supposed to do with your life I would support you fully.” 
“What if I told you I wanted to become an astronaut?” 
I rub the back of my neck then pick up the nail polish brush and start on her index finger. “Then I’d be proud to say that my best friend was the prettiest gal that ever went into space.” 
Julia laughed. “You’re the best. Ok, so what if I told you that I wanted to open a chain of coffee shops?” 
“Then I’d ask you if you needed a musician to play at the grand opening of the first one.” 
“And if I wanted to be a stay at home mom?” 
“That I can’t think of a better girl to take the job and I think your kids are in for a treat.” 
“What about a business guru?” 
“I’d tell you that I thought you were already a fantastic one.” 
“What about a mixture of a business guru and a stay-at-home-mom?” 
“Then I’d say you learned from the best.” 
Julia stopped her rapid questions and her shoulders slumped in relaxation. “I really look up to your mom.” 
“I really look up to her, too.” 
“I love the way that she’s been able to support her husband and raise her kids and work with a business. I can’t imagine ever being able to do so much, but I would love to try.” Julia tugged at one of her curls. “Oops, my nails are going to turn my hair purple.” 
“You’re so full of energy.” I shrug. “If you want to give the whole super-woman thing a try, then why not work toward it?” 
“So, you don’t think it’s utterly hopeless to imagine being able to work at home and all that crazy kind of stuff like your mom did when you kids were little.” 
I shake my head.

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