Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Forget the Five-Year Plan – We’re Manifesting a Decade of Unstoppable Growth, Epic Wins, and Maybe a Little Controlled Chaos. Buckle Up.

Let’s cut the crap. You know the question: “Where do you see yourself in five years?” It’s the corporate version of “So, what are we?” — invasive, mildly panic-inducing, and almost never answered honestly.

And here’s the thing: five years? That’s child’s play. My pre-workout takes longer to kick in than that. We’re going full-throttle, ten-year energy only. Why settle for a “maybe I’ll be middle management” vision when you could be out here designing a damn dynasty?

So yeah. I’ve been thinking: where do I see myself in ten years? The answer? Doing the absolute most.

Building a Life That’s Bigger, Louder, and Smarter

Let’s start with the professional glow-up. No beige cubicle energy here. I’m talking impact. Presence. Legacy. The Fierce Millennial brand? We’re not just blogging anymore, babe. Think media movement—full-on digital powerhouse. Articles that challenge and charm. Podcasts that make you snort-laugh at 8 a.m. A YouTube series breaking down modern womanhood with wine, wit, and zero apologies.

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Will there be a book? Probably. A tour? Could be. A collaboration with a dope fashion brand or wellness platform? Very likely. And don’t be surprised if I’m mentoring the next wave of smart, no-BS women who are ready to flip the table and build something fresh.

The key here isn’t the “what.” It’s the how. The goal is impact—with intention and authenticity. I don’t just want to be seen; I want to spark.

Money Moves That Matter

Now, let’s talk coins. Wealth—not for flexing, but for freedom. That kind of solid, soul-settling financial security where your bills are on autopilot, your investments are growing, and your money is working harder than you are.

That’s the plan. Real estate portfolio? Check. Brokerage accounts building generational equity? Check. No more robbing Peter to pay Sallie Mae.

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I want to be that woman who doesn’t just talk money—she multiplies it. Quiet power. Big impact. And you better believe I’ll be throwing dollars at women-owned businesses, community initiatives, and brilliant ideas that deserve the spotlight.

A Mindset That’s Unshakable

Let’s get even realer. Ten years from now, my mental peace is non-negotiable. Therapy? Scheduled. Boundaries? Upgraded. Energy vampires? Blocked. I’m not dragging unresolved trauma into another decade. Not doing it.

I see myself mastering the art of giving a damn selectively. Emotional labor? Paid in full or left unread. I’m cultivating joy on purpose—through solo dates, gratitude rituals, messy tears, and belly laughs.

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There’s power in softness. There’s freedom in letting go. And there’s absolutely no trophy for being emotionally exhausted.

Travel, Taste, and Touching Every Corner of Life

Passport? Maxed out. From Moroccan rooftops to South African vineyards, I want stories. Real ones. Not curated for the ’gram, but embedded in my soul.

I’m envisioning solo travel that challenges me. Trips with my people that heal us. And immersive experiences that make me appreciate how vast and interconnected this world really is.

And food? Baby, I’m eating everything. Give me street tacos in Mexico City. Pasta from an Italian grandmother. A spice market in Marrakech. Because taste is culture, and I plan to devour it.

Relationships Rooted in Realness

Romance, friendships, community—if it ain’t reciprocal, I don’t want it.

I see myself surrounded by people who clap when I win, hold me accountable when I slack, and love me when I’m a hot mess. That kind of radical honesty that doesn’t flinch when things get real.

If I’m partnered, we’re building. If I’m solo, I’m thriving. Either way, I’m rooted in relationships that are safe, sexy, and sacred.

Laugh Loud. Dance Hard. Live Deep.

Ten years from now, I want to be laughing—loud and often. I want dance breaks in the kitchen. Random road trips. Spontaneous karaoke. Group texts filled with memes and “remember that time…”Because what’s the point of creating a dope life if you’re not living it?

Joy is a strategy. Play is protest. And being happy? That’s part of the revolution.

Manifestation with Muscle

Now, this isn’t just some vision board fantasy. This is a roadmap. Manifestation means nothing without action. I’m showing up daily—writing the words, sending the emails, choosing myself, again and again.

There’ll be setbacks. Delays. Plot twists. And I welcome every damn one of them. Because that’s how you build something lasting.

So when I say, “In ten years, I will…” know that it’s not just wishful thinking. It’s a declaration. With intention. With grit. With purpose.

Your Turn: What’s YOUR Ten-Year Vision?

Now that I’ve laid mine bare, it’s your turn.Where do you see yourself in ten years? Not the polite, HR-friendly version. The real one. The juicy one. The terrifying and thrilling one.

Write it down. Speak it out loud. Share it with your people. Because if you don’t define your future, someone else will—and they probably won’t dream big enough.

Links/References:

[Vision and Goal Setting for Women: Creating a Life of Purpose and Fulfillment]

[How To Build Your Personal Brand in 2025: 9 Simple Steps]

[Women of Color On The Move]

[Black Female Therapists]