I have been thinking alot about life plans lately. Maybe I have been sparked by Principessa who seems to believe that if she can envision it, it will come true. Maybe it is the fact that I am about to embark on an exciting new project (details to come soon) that was so surprising, it has taken me a day or two to let it actually sink in. Whatever the reason, it occurs to me that we make plans for our life. We plan careers, family, vacations, and more. And sometimes those plans turn out the way you intended. But many times, life takes a detour. The highway of day to day choices leads you down one exit, and then another, and then another, and all of a sudden, you are driving down a road in a foreign country.
I have taken alot of detours in life.
It started in college:
I studied international affairs with a focus on Russian studies. I wanted to do public relations and be an international business women. I graduated early….because I could….and moved (back) to Italy. But then moved back to the US after a year because of a boy. Instead of international business, I went to work in a preschool. Can we say different?
Then came post college:
I was engaged. To be married. As in, to a man other than Rocket. Then I got sick. No more engagement. Instead I went to graduate school to become a teacher. (woo hoo for following on at least one path…I really am a teacher now!)
My early 30’s followed the same pattern:
I trained for a marathon. Met Principessa’s dad during the training. Got married. Getting a divorce only a few years later, pretty much not what I thought was going to happen.
I apparently got off at the right exit though, because getting remarried to Rocket is one road that I hope to be on for a VERY long time. But really…me, married to an aerospace engineer that LOVES math and science? Not exactly what my political science and humanities background trained me for. Not to mention the fact that I met my handsome hubby on J-Date. Online dating…about as foreign to me as calculus.
Even blogging is a bit of a detour. It certainly was not something that I planned for. I can’t really remember what life was like before it (which is just possibly a little scary since I have only been at it for just under two years). I sometimes even catch myself wishing that writing was something I could devote more time to, as in, in lieu of teaching.
I suppose that the reality is that we adapt. Every single choice we make each day has consequences, and even the smallest of decisions can eventually lead to an unknown destination. In some respects, the idea that life plans change is exciting. On other ways, terrifying.
So for now, I live. I make my choices. I wonder what the future will hold. I pretend that I have control over things that in truth, I know are no more in my control than the traffic. So I hope. I hope to find shortcuts around the detours that are long and to enjoy the scenic overlooks on the detours that lead me to new discoveries.
This post was inspired by this week’s Red Writing Hood assignment: to write – fiction or non-fiction – about a time when you took a detour. Where had you intended to go and where did you end up?