I am twenty-one years old. By now, one would assume that I had grasped the concept that life does not always go as planned. Yet here I am, still amazed that my life? Is not going as planned.
Let’s just evaluate this for a moment: When I was a senior in high school (four years ago), I very naively assumed I would meet someone wonderful in college. Mr. Wonderful would probably be older, and naturally, we would date for my entire college career. We’d be the perfect couple, and I’d have the perfect engagement story to tell at Recruitment Retreat in August before my senior year. I’d have the perfect engagement ring, and I’d spend my senior year planning my perfect wedding. I’d get a great job, and he’d probably be finished with grad school with a great job, too.
Four years later, I am completely single. There is no Mr. Wonderful — not yet, anyway — and I don’t know when I’d even think about having time to plan a wedding, much less do everything else I do. It’s best this way, I know it. I love my ex-boyfriend, but even when we were dating, I had a difficult time imagining him ever proposing. We’re best friends now, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Not only is the romantic field not working out the way I expected, the professional front is not looking any better. Ever since I chose public relations as my major, I’ve had a very clear image of what I want to be doing with my life, yet nothing like that is even available. I don’t even know where else to look, and it’s so frustrating knowing exactly what you want and not knowing how to get it.
On the very bright side, I’ve spent the past two days interviewing. I had a job interview in Nashville yesterday and two in Memphis this afternoon. I’ve scheduled a second interview at one of the places in Memphis. It’s not exactly what I imagined my first job would be, but it’s pretty close.
You know what? These days, pretty close is pretty good.
