"Wrong" turns
Every now and then I start thinking about what I "should" have done post-high school. I "should" have gotten my associates degree from Massasoit. That would have saved money, I would have worked a part time job in the meantime and achieved a better work ethic. I would have (hopefully) realized upon achieving a two-year degree that I wanted to be a teacher. I would have then moved on to Bridgewater State and got my four year degree and teaching cert. in - get this - four years. I'd probably be teaching competently and happily in Massachusetts, never having ran to South Carolina.
But.
If I hadn't run off to Messiah College, decided to select my peer group on the guess as to which one would contain the most boys (Science in Science Fiction had a 1 to 1 ratio, the frosh class had a 7 to 1; I chose well), and became friends with Megan Stuart, I never would have met Seth.
Of course, meeting him wasn't enough. Keep in mind, after meeting him we didn't fall right into a relationship. We took enough time that I dated Bill for a year and a half. Got a great friend out of that "wrong" turn too.
No, I had to continue taking "wrong" turns. I took classes that required a lot of work that I didn't do because of laziness and Messiah College Republicans responsibilities (got a ticket to GWB inaugural ball out of that "wrong" turn).
Finally, I was told it would take about 7 years to graduate with the degree I wanted. My parents (rightly so) were not willing to pay for that. So I decided to leave Messiah. Upon my decision to leave Messiah I made a decision to attend North Greenville University, but I decided to do some time at the aforementioned Massasoit. I was concerned about headed back to MA in "shame" and a friend took me out for a nice meal before I left PA. We talked about everything, and he mentioned Seth and asked if he was still in Boston. This led me to look him up when I got home.
You know the rest.
I used to daydream about having a relationship with Seth shortly after we met. I remember once, I was cleaning the library (my work study) and I realized my daydream had taken us right up to the altar. I froze and realized I needed a job that offered more intellectual stimulation because it was ridiculous to think that he and I would ever get married.
That was the fall of 2003. It's now the summer of 2010 and we are getting married.
It just goes to show that God is always there, guiding your life and opening doors. Even when it seems like all the doors are closed (ie "dropping out" of Messiah) in reality He's closed all the doors except the right one.
I'm getting married to the man of my dreams in 47 days. I'm the luckiest girl ever.
But.
If I hadn't run off to Messiah College, decided to select my peer group on the guess as to which one would contain the most boys (Science in Science Fiction had a 1 to 1 ratio, the frosh class had a 7 to 1; I chose well), and became friends with Megan Stuart, I never would have met Seth.
Of course, meeting him wasn't enough. Keep in mind, after meeting him we didn't fall right into a relationship. We took enough time that I dated Bill for a year and a half. Got a great friend out of that "wrong" turn too.
No, I had to continue taking "wrong" turns. I took classes that required a lot of work that I didn't do because of laziness and Messiah College Republicans responsibilities (got a ticket to GWB inaugural ball out of that "wrong" turn).
Finally, I was told it would take about 7 years to graduate with the degree I wanted. My parents (rightly so) were not willing to pay for that. So I decided to leave Messiah. Upon my decision to leave Messiah I made a decision to attend North Greenville University, but I decided to do some time at the aforementioned Massasoit. I was concerned about headed back to MA in "shame" and a friend took me out for a nice meal before I left PA. We talked about everything, and he mentioned Seth and asked if he was still in Boston. This led me to look him up when I got home.
You know the rest.
I used to daydream about having a relationship with Seth shortly after we met. I remember once, I was cleaning the library (my work study) and I realized my daydream had taken us right up to the altar. I froze and realized I needed a job that offered more intellectual stimulation because it was ridiculous to think that he and I would ever get married.
That was the fall of 2003. It's now the summer of 2010 and we are getting married.
It just goes to show that God is always there, guiding your life and opening doors. Even when it seems like all the doors are closed (ie "dropping out" of Messiah) in reality He's closed all the doors except the right one.
I'm getting married to the man of my dreams in 47 days. I'm the luckiest girl ever.