{"id":171,"date":"2011-07-14T21:34:57","date_gmt":"2011-07-14T21:34:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/?p=171"},"modified":"2011-07-14T21:34:57","modified_gmt":"2011-07-14T21:34:57","slug":"its-not-going-to-turn-out-the-way-you-thought","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/?p=171","title":{"rendered":"It&#8217;s not going to turn out the way you thought&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<h6><em>*Re-posted with gracious permission from\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/katemoller.com\/its-not-going-to-turn-out-the-way-you-thought\/\" target=\"_blank\">Kate\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0 NAOYP has no direct\u00a0affiliation\u00a0with Kate or any of her\u00a0subsidiaries\u00a0or business. \u00a0Stephanie just felt this was a lovely, meaningful post worth sharing, please enjoy! \u00a0<\/em><\/h6>\n<p>It will happen later. His best friend will ask you out instead. You\u2019ll be kissed in the movies instead of on a beach. You\u2019ll end up going to a different school because the one you thought you\u2019d get into didn\u2019t work out.<\/p>\n<p>She\u2019ll move away. Someone else will move in next door. She\u2019ll be a little weird at first, a little more shy, but ultimately really good at riding bikes and playing dolls.<\/p>\n<p>That part you always wanted will go to that other girl instead.\u00a0<strong>And you\u2019ll rock it out in the chorus like your life depended on it<\/strong>. Because on some level it does.<\/p>\n<h3>The road you were going to take will be flooded and closed. The inn where you were going to stay will be under renovations. He\u2019ll be taller than you thought. And have a funny accent.\u00a0<strong>But will be a good kisser nonetheless.<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>You\u2019ll get a flat tire on the way to that crucial meeting and end up peeing your pants laughing with the gas station attendant over a copy of Us Magazine. And someone else will fill in for you because they always do.<\/p>\n<p>You won\u2019t get that dream job like you thought you would. It will go to someone else with far less creative drive and vision than you. Someone far better suited for a cubicle than you.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll be put in groups with people who put your panties in a wrinkle. You\u2019ll sit next to someone on the plane who you\u2019d never talk to except that they won\u2019t shut up\u2026and you\u2019ll end up staying in touch for years and taking family vacations together.<\/p>\n<p>Five years after you graduate life won\u2019t look anything like you would have imagined. You\u2019ll be single when you thought you\u2019d be married. You\u2019ll have kids when you thought you\u2019d be in the Peace Corps. That trip to Laos will get delayed because you\u2019ve got to stay home and take care of your grandmother. Laos will be there. You\u2019re grandmother won\u2019t always.<\/p>\n<p>He\u2019ll move over seas and oddly the Atlantic Ocean between you will bring you closer than you ever dreamed possible. You won\u2019t get engaged, married, or pregnant when you thought.\u00a0 You\u2019ll miss the bus\/train\/plane\/ferry that you thought you just HAD to be on.<\/p>\n<p><strong>You\u2019ll fall off the turnip truck.<\/strong>\u00a0You\u2019ll jump on a different bandwagon than you intended.\u00a0 You\u2019ll get fired when you thought you ought to be getting hired.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll realize you forgot the outfit you had planned to wear and that the shoes are all wrong now that you have a full-length mirror to see the whole outfit. Your shirt will be wrinkled and you\u2019ll spill red wine on your white jeans.<\/p>\n<p>Your dog will eat your five-year plan. You\u2019ll drop your Blackberry in the toilet (at least once.) Your computer will crash and you\u2019ll delete the first draft of your magnum opus. You\u2019ll accidentally delete your hard drive and end up with a clean slate.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll show up late to the date with the guy you were sure was going to fit into your husband suit and realize he\u2019s less than graceful under stress and not so flexible. (Better to know now than later.)<\/p>\n<h3>When you thought you\u2019d be baking pie and living behind your very own white picket fence you\u2019ll find yourself doing something so entirely different you couldn\u2019t have even imagined it a year before. \u00a0<strong>There will be moments when you\u2019ll look around and not even recognize your own life\u2026in a good way.<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p><strong>You\u2019ll take a wrong turn and end up in an entirely different city than you intended. You\u2019ll dial the wrong number and end up in love with an entirely different person than you intended.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll flunk out and end up taking five years instead of four to graduate. You\u2019ll have your heart broken when you were sure you were with the one and then meet the other one a month later. You\u2019ll move to a new city to start a new business with those perfect new business partners and then it will all go to shit. And you\u2019ll move across the country again only to realize that that\u2019s where you belonged the whole time.<\/p>\n<h3><strong>You\u2019ll drive as far away from home as possible thinking that it will make you feel free. Then you\u2019ll get homesick and drive back four months later because you suddenly feel trapped.<\/strong><\/h3>\n<p>You\u2019ll imagine the open road, country music playing loud, you signing at the top of your lungs, and flirting with a new man in every town. And then you\u2019ll invite someone to come with you on a whim and realize driving around the country by yourself was a terrible idea anyway\u2026and that\u00a0<strong>its way more fun when you\u2019re traveling with someone you love.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>You won\u2019t do it at the right time.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll be late.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll be early.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll get re-routed.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll get delayed.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll change your mind.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019ll change your heart.<\/p>\n<p><strong>It\u2019s not going to turn out the way you thought it would.<\/strong><\/p>\n<h3><strong>It will be better.<\/strong><\/h3>\n<h6><em><br \/>\n<\/em><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>*Re-posted with gracious permission from\u00a0Kate\u00a0\u00a0 NAOYP has no direct\u00a0affiliation\u00a0with Kate or any of her\u00a0subsidiaries\u00a0or business. \u00a0Stephanie just felt this was a lovely, meaningful post worth sharing, please enjoy! \u00a0 It<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[21,28,18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-171","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-awareness","category-deep-thoughts-with-steph","category-inspiration"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/171","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=171"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/171\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":172,"href":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/171\/revisions\/172"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=171"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=171"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/notafraidofyourpain.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=171"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}