I lost my way.
Rather, I spent years having the quarter-life crisis that many people in their twenties have. I married young, moved away from my family, tried to plan everything, and then panicked when I ended up with a life that didn’t match the picture in my head.
I’m better now. I have a stronger sense of who I am, but now I recognize that life, and my sense of self, is fluid. You cannot plan everything.
Life is a series of choices.
I chose to get married.
I chose to move away.
I chose jobs that weren’t the best fits.
I chose to leave those jobs.
I chose to stay married.
I chose to start grad school.
I chose to start, maintain, or end friendships.
I can always choose something different. I’ve learned, however, that it is easier to choose wisely instead of choosing to move in the completely opposite direction.