Plans of life.

Most of my 20’s I thought I was alone on not having a plan for my life, because everyone else seemed to have it all figured out(in other words: I thought they had their shit together.).

When I went to junior highs school, I had big plans for my life. I want to work in Formula 1 or for NASA.

I was told by my teachers that it would never happen as I apparently sucked at math. They were right about me sucking at math (but to be hones, it wasn’t all on me! It was their job to teach me!) and I still find it odd that they wanted to crush someones dreams by saying something like that – they could have said it in a nicer way and with better wording.

I grew up being bullied from 1st grade until I finished high school, not only by students – but the occasional teacher as well. I was told I was stupid by the teachers. The students stuck to fat, ugly and weirdo. I guess I was an easy target. (At least I know where my insecurities come from!)

Even if I didn’t enjoy school, I got through it. My grades weren’t that great, but I finished.

In high school I ended up doing the work related education, I didn’t want to go to school so I choose the fastest way out – 2 years of school and then 2 years as an apprentice.

When I look back at it, for me it was the right thing to do – even if it wasn’t my original plan or my goal – it turns out I did the right thing.

In my late 20’s I started night classes, I got my high school diploma – with mainly GOOD grades(in your face old teachers who had no faith in me!)!

I have done things the other way around, compare to most of my friends.

I did think about college or university when I was done, but it was to expensive since I actually own a house, a car and have commitments in life. Considering my age and financially good income – I couldn’t afford to just study something that wouldn’t get me anywhere. So I reconsidered and opted for no, I’m sticking to what I have.

I decided that if a future employer wishes to pay for me going to college or university I am more than happy to do so. Other than that, I think I'm doing pretty good. 

I recently learned that most of my friends didn’t have a plan when chosing subjects for college, either they did what their parents saw fitting or what everyone else was doing. Some have even said they have regrets not doing what I did.

I’m happy with my choices, they have given me so many great opportunities and I got there on my own. No one gave me the ideas or pushed me.

Maybe I’m still not a mathwiz, but I’m better than I was. So maybe Formula 1 or NASA wasn’t in the books for me. But at least I did something decent with my life.

I guess no one actually has a plan for life. Some might. But I prefer to think that most of us don’t. And I prefer to wing it.

As long as we enjoy what we do, there be a result and we are surviving.



8 thoughts on “Plans of life.

  1. Oh what horrible teachers! I can’t believe they would say such a thing to a student… I’m sorry you had to go through all that in school but I’m so glad to hear that you’re happy with the choices you’ve made! That’s all that’s important! 😊

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      1. Are you serious? Wow! What kind of school did you go to?? I can’t imagine any of my teachers being that cruel! I’m glad you were able to see her again and prove her wrong! That’s always the best feeling!

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  2. I think most people are making it up as they go, even if it looks like they have a plan. I used to worry about where my life was going and how I measured up to other people; sometimes I still do but not so much any more. It’s my life after all.

    That you are happy with your choices is the most important thing: because they are your choices. There’s no right way or wrong way to live your life. Hopefully – in many years to come – when you reflect on everything you did in your life you’ll be happy knowing that you did your best and you tried things because you wanted to. Fear of failure and not meeting others’ expectations kills so many dreams unfortunately.

    I’m lucky in that my parents have always supported me in whatever I wanted to do. They never pressured me to set my sights on a particular career (probably just as well: at school I wanted to be a palaeontologist!) I’ve had various jobs, been to college twice, tried and quit a degree only to try again and succeed a few years later – but I’m not ‘using’ my degree in my current career which some would see as a failure or a waste of time.

    For a long time I gave myself grief about that, however now I regard my time at University as one of the most rewarding and worthwhile experiences of my life because of the people and ideas I was introduced to. It helped to make me who I am today.

    Most of my teachers were supportive but there were some that similarly dismissed my efforts and it did kill that little part of me that dared to think I could, at least for a long time anyway. I’m older now and open to trying things just because I want to. I want to live a life if doing things because I want to. I might fail – I fail all the time in so many things – but I enjoy the trying nevertheless.

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    1. Learning and failing is a part of life. And usually have a link between them.

      Most people I know who have not gone for medical/health education, never work with what they actually have a degree in.

      My non-degree gives me flexibility without having to think about that. And I look in the bright side, I know how to work:

      My parents never pushed or decided anything for me, I believe they tried to support me as best as they could.

      I will admit to having major failure fear and often gets me stuck on the same route.


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