Memories of Fictions' Past

So, here I am in my early 30's and it's nothing like I imagined it would be. I pictured, so long ago, that I would be published author and have a family, or at the very least a wife by now. A decent, steady career. A close circle of friends and somewhat of a social life. You know, the very things that movies and guidance councelors tell us we should have. 

It goes without saying, but I have achieved very little of what I thought I would have. My life isn't even close to where I thought I would be, so long ago. To be honest, though, I'm okay with that. Here's why:

My life, thus far, has been an unpredictable adventure that has taken me on many travels and I lived in Texas (a state, in my youth, that was just a place on the map). While I have yet to marry, I have been in love. While I have not had any children of my own, I have cared for the children of others as if they were my own. While I haven't published (or even written) a book, I'm now on my third blog that has readers literally all over the world. It has been a life of glorious accidents and misadventures. 

While I am currently going through yet another storm, I know that I will get through it with the help of those who truly care about me. I am loved, and that means the world to me. This life of mine is unique to me and I wouldn't want it any other way.