When I turned 18 and was about to graduate from High School, I was ready to take on the world. I could not get out of DeQueen fast enough and sometimes, Fayetteville didn't seem like it was going to be far enough away. I had big dreams. I was ready to take on the world. My dreams were big...HUGE. I was determined to make my mark, to never be forgotten.
I always had different "plans" for life. I was going to move to NYC and live it up just like on "Sex and the City". (Nevermind the fact that I would need 8 jobs to afford Carrie's shoe collection and Charlotte's house). I was going to move to Cali, learn to surf and just fly by the seat of my pants. I was going to travel the world and be somewhere different every week. (Of course with each "plan", I had a wardrobe fit for a queen.)
Only those BIG things were going to make me happy. GREAT dreams were the only dreams that were significant...and I HAD to be significant.
Never once in all those dreams, did I think, "I am going to live in Arkansas as a business professional and raise three kids with my high school sweetheart." In fact, at one point, I would have laughed if someone said that was their "plan".
Now, at age 28, I am living my dream. I'm not in a big city wearing a new pair of Manolo's every day. I am not catching waves in Cali and living on beach front property. I am certainly not jet setting to a different fabulous location each week. (I mean...going to Houston, TX every couple of months is not QUITE what I had in mind back then.)
Little did I know that all my "ruined" plans would lead me to where I am today.
I am living MY life and believe it or not, this is so much better than anything I ever dreamed. I am married to a man that is an amazing Daddy and loves me to the moon. I have three healthy, happy little girls. I have the best, most supportive family around and friends that would give me the shirt off their back.
While I may not be known around the world, they miss me while they are at school.