When I was sixteen, I honestly thought that I had my whole life planned out. I’d go all the way through grad school for psychology, fall in love at some point, graduate cum laude, get a great job as a family therapist, get married, have four or five kids, maybe publish a couple fictitious YA novels, have a house built from the ground up, and live happily ever after. That was the plan, and I was sure, at the age of sixteen, that it would come true for me.
And obviously, that didn’t happen. I mean I am only twenty-two years old, so I probably have the time to put myself back on that road, but I had a timeline, and things changed. Life’s course changed on me. I thought I was going to get certain things done by a specific time (i.e.: graduate), because I never expected to not be able to pay for school. My head was up in the clouds.
But what can I say? I’m a dreamer. I always have been; I’m a little girl with big dreams. (Clearly, if you couldn’t tell by that first paragraph.)
The expectations I had for myself were pretty damn high, and I think everybody knows what happens when you have high expectations, especially when the outcome doesn’t meet them: major disappointment. I’ve learned [the hard way] that having basically any kind of expectations for others is useless, but I still have yet to learn that about myself, because I want to have it all.
And yes, I do realize how selfish that sounds, but I mean come on. Who doesn’t want to be both successful and happy? Sounds pretty ideal to me.
Prompt: How did you picture your life to be when you were sixteen years old? Did it happen? Are you happy about the outcome?
Young, Scrappy, and Always Hungry 
Don’t sell yourself short , you are young !!
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