About

I’ve yet to meet someone whose life turned out exactly as they hoped or planned, and believe me, I’ve asked.  My own life is no exception.  No, I am lifetimes away from where and what I thought it would be.

On my third birthday I unwrapped a Fisher-Price toy doctor’s kit.  Do you remember those?  A sort of yellowy-beige plastic box with an electric blue and hot pink rubber stethoscope and a really hard plastic syringe inside.  I loved that small box of status and spent the next 12 years of my life telling people I would be a pediatrician.

I arrived at university, along with almost every other first-year student, saying I was pre-med.  I was at university on a nursing scholarship which allowed  me to enter the hospital environs during my undergrad years and even better, during that first year.  It took all of one month in the clinical setting for me to realize that I had no desire at all to be a physician.  And while I know it was a blessing to discover this so quickly, I faced the timeless dilemma of “what now?”

While this was the first time I would stand at Frost’s proverbial diverging roads, it would certainly not be the last; no, far from it.  In the ensuing years, I would face the challenge of catastrophic choices many times in both professional arenas and personal realms. And believe me when I use the word “catastrophic.”

What I have gleaned from the paths I have  trod is simply this: the life I have led may not have been the one expected, but it has been the one intended.

And I thank God every day for His intentions.