“Where do you hope to see yourself in 10 years?”

I. Hate. That. Question. Every job interview I have been in where they ask that question, I’ve died a little inside. Where do I see myself in 10 years? Uh, great question. I don’t even know what I’m having for dinner tonight.

Of course, I slap a smile on my face and explain the professional nonexistent picture of where I hope and dream to be at in 10 years. But if I was being completely honest with them, if I had to explain where I would hope to see myself in 10 years it would look something like this:

Shotgunning at my wedding? Definitely on the future bucket list.

Whoever said diamonds are a girls best friend obviously never had a dog.

And boys wonder why John Legend is every girl's man crush.

Everything about this family is a yes please.

Hmm. 10 years down the road. Hopefully laying on endless Louis Vuitton?

And my husband will worship me as such above.

Having kids does not ruin your social life if you know how to adjust properly. College might end, but the drinking games never do.

Throw three more dogs on that hammock with me and a martini in my hand, but close enough.

Because I will obviously look that good after having a baby.

Dinner in the ocean? Duh. Every night.