When I was in kindergarten, I remember thinking I'd grow up to be something fancy like a doctor. At the very least, I'd work in an office and carry a briefcase. I didn't know that word, but I knew what those people looked like and they looked cool. I knew I didn't want to be what my family was. I didn't want to farm. I am not looking down on that or talking bad about it. They worked hard, long, and dirty. I don't like to be dirty. I don't breathe well. I am not meant for manual labor. None of that is conducive to farming. My nephew wanted to be a bird or a tree. That's a whole different life plan.
Sitting in our little circles on the floor talking about our futures, who ever says "I wanna be a crack ho!" "I think I want to drive the garbage truck!" or "I wanna lead the Bloods!" We make jokes about that all the time, at least I do. Yet, I look around me and see so many of us who have ended up far away from where we planned. How did that happen? Not everyone screws up their educational plan. Not everyone becomes a teen parent. Not everyone messes up. Life just happens.
How is it that some of us can get out of that bad track and back on a good path? It's easy for others to judge. It's really easy to be on both sides more than once in a lifetime. How did you end up where you are and are you happy with it? If not, what do you need to get to happiness?