I remember a time when I was younger, when I thought I had all the answers. I laid my life out almost to a tee and had confidence in the direction I wanted to head in. When I was 5 I wanted to be a singer. When I was 8 I wanted to be a teacher. When I was 10 I wanted to be a doctor and when I turned 12 I was cast in a school play as Juliet and from that moment on I was determined to be an actress. As I got older acting, singing, and dancing became more recreational and eventually no longer became a part of my life. Many of my friends would probably be shocked to know that that part of my life even existed, or that I would drag my dad to Manhattan to take me to auditions or that in high school I sang in a choir at Disney during Christmases.
So after I let that part of my life go I turned my life to my books. I went to college and majored in Anthropology and became a pre-med student. Every semester I had room for one elective class, and somehow I’d always find myself gravitating towards Theatre. I eventually took enough Theatre classes as electives and had enough credits for a minor. Ha whoops! The more Anthropology and Theatre classes I took the more I loved them and the less I liked my pre-med classes. It was during my 3rd year in college that I opted to postpone taking my entrance exams. This was also the year my health began to worsen and I really needed some time to think and get better before I made such a big decision.
I found myself asking the questions we all do at some point in our lives: “Is this what I really want to do?” “Where do I want to go in my life?” “What is the right path for me?” and then I realized I wasn’t going to find those answers if I kept asking them. Life keeps going whether you know the answers or not. It’s scary not knowing which direction the wind will blow you, but find comfort in the fact that you have to just go. Just keep going and believe you can. Even if life doesn’t turn out as your 5-year-old self planned, sometimes life is just meant to be a winding road, so enjoy the scenery, and when you’ve find the place to stop, you’ll know.
Weekly Writing Challenge: I Remember