If 15 year old me could travel to the future and see how far off course ive gotten in our life plan, I would probably smack myself. Remembering the dreams i had for myself has recently made me a little depressed and unmotivated.
Has anyone else had a plan for their life that didn't happen? Or didn't happen when you thought it would?
How did you deal with it? Did you give up and make a new plan? Or did you continue to try?
I wrote about this recently.
I am definitely not where I thought I would be. After realizing I didn't like my career path, I decided to start over. Now I'm going back to school. If I think back to when I was 15? Holy smokes! I would be shocked. I don't know if I could handle the fact that there is life outside of my friends, let alone starting over again.
Thats awesome. School has never been my thing, i don't really have the attention span, but if there was something i knew i wanted to do where i needed school i would definitely go. I wish you the best of luck with whatever you choose to do!! :-)
Yeah, my life is completely different than I pictured it would be. I am okay with this. I think my 15 year old self would be freaking out a bit. But eh what did she know?
I swore I would never get married, I am married to a wonderful guy. I thought I was going to be a scientist. Got into college and went 3/4 the way through a bio chem degree and decided I'd rather chew my right arm off than be a scientist. So i started over. I am happy with the direction my life is going. I am gearing up to start my masters and then move across the world when I finish that chapter.
it is what it is. I wish I had gone with my gut my freshman year of college and swapped majors instead of going another two years. I wasted mucho amount of tuition on that dream because I was stubborn. lesson learned.
15 year old me would probably punch me straight in the face. I swore that I was going to travel the globe, write novels, only visit my hometown on holidays and not settle down with a guy until I was at least 30. Well, I did the traveling thing for a bit, but now I am living in my hometown with my fiancee who I've been with since I was 21 (5 years now), I've done a lot of writing but no books published and I am currently a *sigh* housewife...(house girlfriend?). I'm happy with where I am, but my priorities have really shifted. I think 15 year old me would be repulsed, but 26 year old me is pretty happy...though I still want to be a famous writer.
15 year old me would wonder why I didn't become a professional wrestler and try to dropkick me. On the other hand, he'd probably be impressed that I'm done with my master's already, so it might balance itself out. Interesting topic for a blog post potentially though.
My past self might be a little bummed I'm still living at home with my family. Not that I mind it now (eh... sometimes), but I never would've dreamed that up for myself. 15-year-old me would probably be pleased with what that's done for my bank account, though.
Honestly, my goals then were lofty and not very specific. I think I'd be surprised to see how I've already carved out a path for my career and have actually been ambitious enough to see it through to this point. I was-- and still am-- very lazy in a lot of ways. But I've forced myself to be harder working, and it's paid off so far.
Also, if my 15-year-old self could see the guy I've been with for three years and how great it's been, I probably wouldn't have mindlessly dated mindless boys. But you live and learn!
The 15 year old me..only the sky was a limit..a year earlier I had fallen in love with the city of London and at 15 I was counting days as my language course in London was approaching. My first ever adventure abroad all by myself. And I've been on that route ever since, made conscious choices so that my reality would be as international as possible. Kept reminding myself not to lose that child-like optimism I had back then.
My dream job may have changed along the way, but that wasn't the absolute thing I had to get. I was a smart kid, yet extremely artistic. There was a point when I wanted to become something like a graphic designer, but even back then my head took control and said, girl, you have to get a job with what you can earn money. Art will always be a dear hobby and can be turned into business later on if I feel so. Going for business studies I have no regrets whatsoever.
I'm in a great place now. Maybe a year or two from this moment I might start thinking of settling down somewhere in the universe.
i think the only thing that has put a damper on my plans is not keeping my job as a full-time nanny. after a year of working in the real world i am still trying to bounce back.
i do think my 15 year old self would be pretty stoked on how i am now. i've experienced a lot and met a lot of great people.
Gosh. My fifteen year old self would probably be mad, but she would be wrong.
Fifteen year old me wanted to be an MTV VJ.
I'm pretty sure I cannot think of anything I want to be doing LESS than having to pretend to be interested in whatever Lady Gaga is talking about at any given time. I think I made the right choices.
15 year old me would be like "DUDE. WHY DO YOU STILL LIVE WITH THE PARENTALS????" To which 28 year old me would have to reply "I KNOW, RIGHT????????". *sigh*
Anyway. 15 year old me's plan was to do archaeology at university. I actually did that, and then discovered at the end of it that I'm not really a huge fan of dirt. FAIL. So I ended up doing a postgrad degree in museum studies and working in a museum for a couple of years. But now I can't find a job in that, so on Monday (eek!) I'm going back to uni to do a Master of Information Management and become a librarian. Which, ironically, is what 12 year old me wanted to do.
So I guess I've stuck to the plan, I've just gone down a few tangents on the way there!