How It's Supposed to be

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 planned when I had to work to afford a car and college. I knew what apartments I wanted to live in, about when I should get married, and I had every course of action planned, and I had back up plans of course.

I thought I was prepared for the whole rest of my life. I thought my plan was foolproof and near-perfect. I had made back up plans and backup plans for those plans. I thought nothing could mess up my future.

Boy was I wrong.