A mug of tea.
A square of dark chocolate.
And a few spare moments to write.
Linking up with Lisa-Jo, as ever.
This week’s word? Is PATH.
When I was younger, I was so sure of the path I wanted to follow.
If you’d asked me at seven, it was easy. I was going to be a librarian, look after books all day and read all night.
At eleven I was going to be a singer. Not a megastar, but a backing singer. Traveling the world, making people smile.
At fifteen I was going to be a nanny, leave school behind (a couple of bully-teachers had me convinced I wasn’t smart. Exams, tests, degrees showed otherwise). Spend my days surrounded by wee folk, reading stories, pureeing fruit and tickling teeny tiny precious baby toes.
At eighteen, writing called my name. I had dreams of being a story breaking journalist, a poet, a writer of big, impressive things.
At twenty, I dreamed of being a housewife, raising happy, healthy kids with a husband I loved.
None of those paths lead me here.
Which is a good thing.
You can never be too sure of the path, or too fixed on the path. Sometimes life is going to change your course, for good or for ill. I never expected to go to university in Aberdeen (I had my heart set on Edinburgh). I never expected to make some of my best friends in my twenties. I had absolutely no idea I was going to fall in love with a football loving pragmatist with an adorable Geordie accent.
Isn’t that grand?
I’m so glad my path’s been different. Because every twist and turn had made me a better person, and every twist and turn has lead me to right here. Exactly where I’m meant to be.
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