When University came around my Mother declared that I needed to study English. I needed to become a teacher or a writer. I, however, couldn't imagine teaching at the time and writing just seemed too unstable.
I picked psychology. I have obviously made one hell of a career with that BA. I checked into returning it for a refund but they actually have some fine print somewhere saying that there are no refunds. Go figure. So I have continued to be one of those people with a degree that they don't use. How very American of me. The funniest part was that I really didn't see it coming. Oh how the young are so blind to the obvious.
Now I find myself wanting to be a writer. If only I had listened to my Mother! Then again, if I always listened to my Mother I would never wear a bikini (one-pieces are just so flattering on my long frame), be a Ghost Hunters fanatic, and would already have 4 babies.
I suppose when weeding out good advice from bad, we sometimes accidentally pull out a few flowers. I do occasionally wonder what would have come of me if I had taken her advice. First off, I would have gone for that scholarship from that East Coast school (for a San Diego native to study on a full ride for 4 yrs) and I would have majored in English.
Career wise, in my current life, I could have a permanent position at the American or British school. I could also already have a Writer's Portfolio. I would most definitely be a better speller! For all I know it could have been the breaking point in world peace.
I suppose it is just one of those mysteries of life, the good old fashioned game of "what if."