Around this time approximately 4 years ago I was staring at my computer screen in utter disbelief. One, because I just saw my grades from my first semester of college and realized I had flunk all of my pre-med classes and two, my dream of becoming a doctor was slowly going down the drain. I also was scared because I was unsure what my grades meant… Would I be a semester behind and not graduate with my class? Would I be forced to drop out? What was going to happen to me?
Well, the only thing that did come true from that whole list of panics was I was not going to become a doctor. This is a huge deal because all of my life this was my one and only dream that ever stuck. It’s funny though because now I am perfectly happy where I ended up. I love every aspect of psychology and I love every aspect of becoming a therapist. I am thoroughly excited for my future.
It just goes to show that not a single thing that we plan is guaranteed to happen. Which is fine, because I want to be doing God’s will and not my own and if doing his will means my plans get ruined then that is fine with me. I can now say after looking back at my whole experience that my plan being ruined it one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I am thoroughly happy with my life and the route that it is taking.
My mom works at a hospital and after hearing some of the stories she has told me I don’t think I could have been a doctor. It just seems like so many sad things happen and people are constantly getting sick and dying. I’ve never been good with this concept (sickness and death). Usually when it occurs in my life I immediately go numb and pretend as if it doesn’t exist. This just goes to show that God knew me better then I knew myself. Praise God for that!
