Life experiment


So I just reread "my life experiment" thing on my blog to see if it was still an accurate description of me, and I realized that this segment of my life really did start on that trip to Mexico in January 2005. Actually, right before it; The few months hating my last job, planning my escape, hitching across the border, and meeting the man of my dreams on a ferry boat. It still seems like a fairytale.

Everything before that trip was SO different. I had been on a completely different path, and if I would have seen a script of my life for the next two years I wouldn't have believed it was mine. But that's awesome. And I hope the next two years hold just as much surprise. Well, I also hope my plans come to fruition!

Brandon has been a huge part of my life since that trip. His presence has changed everything. What would I have done if I'd never met him? Would I have ever left California? Would I have landed in Phoenix? Would I have gotten that job there if I hadn't botched the phone interview? Would I be going into nursing? I feel so lucky to have found him, but I know it wasn't just chance. He was crossing my path, and I just had to go find him all by myself.

It really is amazing how much power we have over our own tiny little lives. Sometimes it feels like I am steering this huge ship, affecting other people's lives with every decision I make. Other times it feels like the ship is steering me, and I can't tell what direction it's going. But for the most part it's fun. The next couple years are going to be tough. At a time when my friends and his friends are buying houses and cars, making babies, and settling down, we're both thinking about school again, and anything else seems so far off in the future. I meet nurses at my work who are 25, married, and have this career thing figured out. But I wonder what are they going to do with the rest of their time?

I'm guess I'm doin' it the only way I know how... Bass-ackwards, with a haphazard plan and overly-optimistic expectations. Keep your fingers crossed!

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Ray Sikorski said…
Hell, I haven't figured it out either. I feel like I just graduated college, and I'm 39!
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