So, ever since my dear friend
Kirsten was posting deep thoughts last week, I've been feeling very philosophical for some reason. I keep thinking of great deep thoughts to post, and then I get sidetracked.
The night before last, however, I couldn't sleep. I decided to give in to being awake and get out of bed. As I was sitting there with my thoughts, I was contemplating how very different my life is from what I imagined it would be. I always saw myself going straight to college after high school, finishing in 4 years, getting married right away, and having kids a couple of years later. I saw myself living in California or Colorado (depending on when this fantasy occurred) in a modest-but-nice house with several children, a decent car, a job I enjoyed, a loving husband, etc., etc.
Now, I'm not saying that my life isn't great. Parts of it have turned out better than I could have ever expected. For instance, I love, love, LOVE our house. I love my job. My husband is amazing (yet I often forget how wonderful he is!). But I certainly didn't do things in order. I took a year off from school after high school. I took 3 years off from college in the middle somewhere to get married and move across the country. I finished school after I got married. School took MUCH longer than expected. I now live in Idaho, which I never would have seen in my future. And kids? Well, don't even get me started again on all the fertility issues.
The problem is, also, that I get bogged down in the stuff I'm not happy with or the stuff that isn't ideal instead of remembering how great things are. Why do I do that? And what fun would it have been to know exactly how my life would turn out? Where is the excitement in that? Yet why do I still feel that I would have preferred to have a crystal ball? Does anyone else feel like this?
*FYI: If none of this makes sense I'm sorry. I'm feeling very dizzy today, and my brain is a little fuzzy. Good news, though. I'm NOT getting sick. I think I'm just having Effexor withdrawals. Lucky me!