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Am I the only one who ever wonders if he or she took the right path? Sometimes I think about the choices that were made for me, and that I've made in life, and wonder if they were the best for me.

If I had grown up rich, would I be a different person? Would I still know the same people? Would the people in my circle like me, or would they just play the game because I was wealthy? Would I be nice or would I be a snob? Could I have been a celebutante who spent her time dancing on tables instead of working? Would I have been happy about it, or would I be so miserable that I'd turn to drugs, booze, and sex to make my life worth living?

What if I had pressed to go to the University of Houston or Baylor instead of settling for Panola Junior College and the University of North Texas? If I had stuck with a RTVF major instead of pursuing a music degree, would I be further along in my career? (Just in case you didn't know, RTVF stands for Radio, TV, and Film.) Or if I had just gotten a music education degree, would I be teaching somewhere?

Would my life be better if I had just stuck with my first boyfriend and married him right out of high school? Would I have a house full of kids and a husband that worked in law enforcement? What if I stayed with any of the other boyfriends I had in my life? Could I have avoided being lonely? Could I have avoided pain and heartache?

I'm sure I'm not the only who played the "What if" game and found it to be a pointless endeavor. What I do know is that, for me, it always brings me back to one of my favorite scriptures. "All things work together for the good of them who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose." Basically, whether things were good or bad, they all worked together to make me the person I am today. While I'm nowhere near perfect, I'm happy with myself. And I'm thankful for all of my experiences.

Comments

Tiffany C. said…
Gurrl,

What if I passed geometry?? I feel ya!!! What if my mommy and daddy were still living, would I have turned out differently? I always ask what if this, what if that or better yet WHY in the hell hasn't something happened for me yet? and then I realize that it's moot and that we should be happy for what God has given us. So when I start getting angry because WHY Lawd am I 36 and unmarried, I'll just take a breather and focus on the fact that I will one day in God's time but in the meantime I'll be grateful. Good blog lady!

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