Having it all

I've been thinking lately about life at nearly thirty and what I expected it to look like versus what the reality is. Everywhere we turn, we're told (I would argue, women especially) that we can have it all: a successful career, a fulfilling family life, a home-cooked meal every night, and eight hours of sleep. So what happens when that's not the case? Do we alter our lives to make the image fit, or do we alter our expectations? I'm reminded of a line from Sex and the City, spoken by Carrie's uptight boss, Enid: "That's the key to having it all. Stop expecting it to look like what you thought it was going to look like."