Life gives you a lot of chances to screw up, which means you have as many chances to get it right.
Pick a path, change course. Pick another path, change course again. This defines my 20's.
Law school. My dream. My goal. My path. Till it wasn't.
I would love to say that I found another passion, a calling that I couldn't refuse, but I cannot. I found a boy. Suddenly his dreams and wishes became mine, and my dreams were left behind in the dust. His thoughts and words became my own, he had swallowed me whole. There was no coming back.
We know how this story ends. No need to rehash the past mistakes.
Columbus. New dreams. New goals. New path.
Columbus was good to me and introduced different dreams, different goals, and a different path. Being in a college town was complicated though. I wanted to meet people in my age group but had nothing in common with them now. Divorced early 20-something, not in school, and working full-time - it was a different world.
Before I knew it, a year had passed. A little worn, a little smarter, and a little hardened I felt prepared to face the world again. Not completely healed, that would take years, but ready to face a new challenge.
I enrolled back in school. Moved back into the dorms, coming from an apartment that was a major adjustment. But I did it. Contrary to popular belief, I came back to school to finish the path I had started years ago.
Education. Fresh dreams. Fresh goals, Fresh path.
Challenging because of my age and life experience but those things made me wiser and more determined than ever.
The 20's end well. I graduated and went onto grad school and graduated from there as well. I turned a corner from that girl sitting in her therapist's office asking "How can I start over?" to sitting in a new therapist's office saying "I survived."
