When you were 16, what did you think your life would look like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?
When I was sixteen, I had big dreams. I had the type of childhood where I never had to worry about a roof over my head, food to eat or clothes to wear. In reality, I was pretty far removed from the real world.
I went to school, I was on the cheerleading squad and spent most of my free time performing in school plays. I was going to be a big star.
While I hoped to be discovered by a Hollywood big wig as I was slinging ice cream cones and flipping my ponytail at the Dairy Queen, I knew that it was unlikely.
I didn’t really make any plans for life, just many fantasies about my meteoric rise to fame and fortune and the adoration of millions of fans.
Some of my friends wanted to be doctors or lawyers or much more down to Earth professions. Things a person could actually attain with hard work, the right education and perseverance. Not me man! I was gonna hit the big time.
What a maroon!
My life is nothing like I imagined it to be at sixteen. If someone would have told me I would marry young, raise three kids and then start all over at the age of 44, ending up marrying again and still living in the town where I grew up, I would have told them they were crazy. (Check it out! That’s one damn fine run-on sentence!)
But I love my life! I’m married to the most wonderful man, my kids have grown into fine young men, and I’m pursuing interests and hobbies that I love and am truly a happy person. I wouldn’t change a thing.
Anyway, to all you guys who told me that my big Hollywood dreams wouldn’t ever happen I say, Okay, okay, you were right! Happy? I am.
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