How It's Supposed to be

Prologue

I've always been a planner. The stereotypical control freak with major OCD. The girl with color coded planners, schedules packed to the minute, and an overall organized life.

I had known what college I was going to go to ever since I was about 8, I was that kid who knew what they were going to be when they grew up since the elementary school career hype started. I watched my older siblings, grow up and lead successful lives. I guess the amazing examples and the pressure of achieving perfection and success shaped my personality and outlook on life.

I could see it hovering in the distance- my name tag reading, "Dr. Mirielle B. Veuclaine, Intensive care specialist, PhD."

In high school I had budgeted for nearly 10 years in the future. I got 2 jobs, and saved 80% of the money for college, my future apartment, grocery money, a car, and any other possible expenses.

Saying I was prepared was an understatement.

I sure got a slap in the face when I went off to college and my excessive planning couldn't prepare and predict what my heart had in mind for my life.