I grew pockets

I find myself thinking a lot lately. I guess I just like making my life that much more difficult by analyzing it every once in a while. Picking it apart, spitting in it's face, smacking it around a little, and then gently coercing it into a smothering hug of love.

I've always had high expectations. My parents have always had high expectations. I strive to be as different from my biological mother as I possibly can. She is a miserable human being and basically taught me all the things not to do with my life. I have had great role models to replace those gaps she left in my upbringing (of which she was not really involved, other than negatively). Opps...off on a tangent.

Anyways, high expectations. I expected by this time in my life, I would have my degree, possibly my masters. I would be working this big bad mo-fo of a job, slaving away, doing that stuff that people with big bad mo-fo jobs do. Being important and crucial to people's lives and stuff. Probably married, not with kids yet though. At least I held down that aspect of my goals. I guess I just can't decide. Did I fail my expectations, or did my expectations adapt to the situation?

I have a pretty kick ass job with my parents. I love it. I have huge responsibilities. I am crucial. I am important. But just on a different plane. So in essence, I did not fail, I simply adapted. I'm like an evolutionized version of myself, except better. It's like I grew pockets so I can always carry around change for meters, EVEN if i'm naked! Evolution FTW! 

 I had to stop and do the stupid shit I did in order to get where I am right now. And I love where I am right now. I've got a kickass job. I work with some pretty amazing people as well as mis padres. My family is incredible. There's no other word for it. Incredible and supportive. My boyfriend is one of a kind and I love him so much. he puts up with all of my quirky ridiculousness, most of the time with a smile on his face and even more often, he's in the passenger seat of the ridiculousness. He's my partner in crime and I could not be more thankful for him in my life.  I have my horse and my three cats. I'm healthy (fluffy is healthy ok!!!). I have a roof over my head and food in my belly (ohhhh gimme moor fud). I am shy three semesters of being a bachelor degree-er. 

To put that in light....I, uh, started college in 2002. 

yea.....HEY give me credit. I stopped going in 2004 and restarted in 2009 as a returning student. I do all my classes online (kicks my ass by the way) and I have a full time job. I WANT ATTENTION!!!! 

No but seriously, I don't much like starting something and not stopping PLUSSSSSS, the uterus never finished anything, especially college. That puts me a million feet ahead of here. No chance of becoming her now. Well I guess I beat that when I didn't have a child at 17, WIN! 

I really don't know what the purpose of this post was, other than to sort of vent I guess. A reminder that even high expectations can adapt and you can still be a winner. Perspective is what it's all about.