Throughout your life you will make a million decisions, have countless choices that will affect your life in one way or another and have to change your plans over and over again based on minute little details that you didn’t take into consideration.
For example. I made the decision when I was a little girl that I would be a wife and a stay at home mom. This was my goal, my plan. Unfortunately, I never met “the one” and unless I met “the rich one” I would never be able to not work. I had to readjust my plan. I decided I would be a single mom and immediately started going to doctors, fertility specialists and buying sperm online (that was so weird I am not going to lie). It became very technical and medical – not all like I planned, or dreamed of, but I had made up my mind and adjusted my plan. Plan A didn’t work. The fairy-tale – which is usually the “ideal” didn’t happen for me. My prince didn’t exist, so I threw on my Sasha Fierce and became Miss. Independent.
Unfortunately, Plan B failed too. I couldn’t get pregnant, it was near impossible. I was sick of trying and failing and being poked and prodded with no success. I had to make another decision. Did I want to be pregnant, or did I want to be a mom. I had to really think about this one. After looking at the Pro’s and Con’s (really morning sickness, hemorrhoids and labor pain not considered) I knew I needed to be a mom. Pregnancy wasn’t necessary. So I looked into adoption and now (Plan C) I’m steady in my commitment to this process. Three plans before one stuck. Plan C is not a worse plan than Plan A, it’s just different. It’s a plan I believe in, a plan that will ultimately lead me to happiness. Isn’t that what we all want, a little happiness?
Another time my plans have failed, yet brought me success (and ultimately my reason for writing today) was in my career. Growing up I was going to be an elementary (primary) school teacher. There was never a Plan B. Unfortunately, I kind of just assumed this would happen and didn’t properly prepare for it. I got okay grades, did a bit of volunteer work and applied to schools haphazardly figuring I was a shoe-in. I was born to teach! Wouldn’t the Universities care about that…? Nope, I was denied from each and every one of them. Since I was already working for the city part time, I flipped my perfect education program to the American part-time program for Ontario students – ya I was THAT girl!
After graduating with straight A’s and excellent recommendations, I again assumed I’d get an LTO or part time assignment, but again, doors were shut in my face – and hard. I applied over and over again to three boards, driving around forever visiting principals and meeting other “hopeful” young people begging for that one chance. My opportunity never came. I literally had to pick myself up from the floor, covered in tears and face a harsh reality that I would not now, nor most likely ever be a teacher.
I was fortunate, while some of my peers are still looking for their chance to break into the teaching market (almost a decade later), I found a job I love – not as much as teaching – but I love it all the same. I get to work with people, help them create life and employment goals and most fortunately – get to watch a lot of them succeed! I also get a chance to facilitate and hone my public speaking skills which is awesome! There are things I miss about teaching, even about the idea of teaching those sweet little children, but I don’t regret my decision to change careers, to use my transferable skills to make me a success in the working world.
Now I am starting to think about what is next for me in this career? Stay a caseworker where I am happy and content and could easily stay for the next twenty years and not have a complaint? Or do I push forward, apply for a supervisor role or work in the Learning Centre? There are pro’s and con’s to each. I have never imagined myself being a supervisor. I never wanted to manage a team, but I could be good at it. I am fair and friendly and confident in my abilities – three (out of the hundreds) of things that make a good leader, but at the same time I enjoy working with my clients and knowing that each day (which has ups and downs) will be pretty normal. I have time, twenty years to be exact, before it’s to late to change my mind, but will being in a position of power be my Plan C? The adoption Plan C is amazing and wonderful – maybe the career Plan C would be too?
I guess what I am saying, for anyone still reading through this gibberish, is not to worry about life so much, plan’s change, goals are adjusted and you can still come out on top, you just have to keep going and most importantly keep making plans!