I've had my share of boyfriends...good and bad. I even work with my ex (who is the brother of my other ex...don't get me started!). It's hard to believe how life could have turned out so different if I was going to be marrying one of them in 66 days. I look at my ex and his new wife and think wow, that is what I'd be like if my life was on that path. Thank goodness it wasn't! If I had chose a different college, been a different major, made different friends....where would I be today? Who would I hang out with and what career would I be in?
I know that there is a reason for everything and that a path for me has been set, long before I was here. I just find it quite amusing as to how one little thing could change a whole big part. Kind of like the butterfly effect.
The butterfly effect is a metaphor that encapsulates the concept of sensitive dependence on initial conditions in chaos theory; namely, a small change at one place in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere. Although this may appear to be an esoteric and unusual behavior, it is exhibited by very simple systems: for example, a ball placed at the crest of a hill might roll into any of several valleys depending on slight differences in initial position. The butterfly effect is a common trope in fiction when presenting scenarios involving time travel and with "what if" cases where one storyline diverges at the moment of a seemingly minor event resulting in two significantly different outcomes.
(source : wikipedia)
I'd be willing to say, looking back...I'm not where I thought I'd be. I pictured myself married by 23 with 2 kids by now, working in a sports arena of life (physical therapy, athletic trainer, etc) and living in some really nice house. Real Life : I'm 18 days away from being 27, engaged to be married, no kids, working in marketing and living in a highrise. Not really the same. But like I said, I'm happy. Just funny to look back on what you wanted, correction, thought you wanted your life to be like. Is it just me, or does everyone go through this?

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I go through this on a weekly basis actually. I love my life too but some days I wish we stayed in Atlanta so I could be closer to my friends in family. Some days I wish Marco had a corporate job like me. Some days I wish I had taken advantage of my college years and not worked as much. When I look at my life now, I am so thankful to be married to the perfect person for me, to live a roller coaster type lifestyle, and be working in an industry I never thought I would end up in. Crazy how life works out for the best:)
Yeah! Well thankfully our paths crossed, oh in 3rd grade :)
I absolUTELY think about this all the time. I get very sad living in another state as my parents. I love living in New YOrk, and I love living with my fiance, but especially whenever I go "home" to PA, I can't help but constantly wonder what my life would have been like if I stayed in PA, lived near my parents and settled down near my hometown. I honestly, don't think I'll ever get over it..there is a part of me who will always pine for the life I knew there...but I know that this is where I'm supposed to be, and at the end of the day that's all that matters.
Oh my gosh I have this little conversation with myself all the time! It's crazy to think about how different your life could be based on different decisions. I think about big decisions (where to live, where I went to college) and small decisions every day that could have totally changed my life! I just have faith that I'm right where I am supposed to be, and I'm glad that there is someone up there who helps me be in the right place, because I sure would have screwed my own life up had I done some of the things I wanted to do!:)
~Tiffany
http://tiffanyd22.blogspot.com
I think about it a lot too. I moved to Charleston for college and its been almost 11 years and I havent left. What if I had decided on a different college. So weird.
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