#MicroblogMondays: The Path Not Taken.

Microblog_Mondays

Not sure what #MicroblogMondays is? Read the inaugural post which explains the idea and how you can participate too.

**********

Maybe it’s because I was 18 and didn’t have the resources to handle the emotional upheaval, or it’s something that happens to everyone in times of crisis, but I have two very distinct time periods of my life: my life before Amy died, and my life afterwards.

They both happened in college, as it were – Amy died after my freshman year. When I came back to school for the first semester of my sophomore year, I felt like I didn’t quite fit back into that life.

The After Me was very different than the Before Me.

I stopped writing, quit being a music major (and colorguard), and took on more “responsible” undertakings. I changed my major to English, knowing that it would help me with the analysis required to be a lawyer, and took Latin classes to bolster it. I became the fundraising manager of the marching band and joined the percussion section.

The professor of the drumline was known for his way of breaking everything down into manageable and repeatable pieces; mastering the basics before moving on to something more challenging. For him, it was okay if you weren’t perfect, but he did expect you to work really, really hard.

From him, I learned that a constant, consistent work ethic yields results. If you want to do something – anything, break it down into small pieces, then focus and work hard, you can do anything.

Because of my experience with him, I am who I am today.

Because Amy died, I am who I am today.

This weekend, though, walking around my college campus, I could see both the Before Me and the After Me.

And it made me wonder.

What was the path NOT taken?

How different would my life have been if my cousin hadn’t died?

Would I have found my way into the life I have now anyway, because of destiny or fate?

Would I have a completely different life?

Obviously I have no answers, but the idea that one event can change the course of someone’s life so completely is fascinating to me, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since it occurred to me.

What do you think? Is there an event in your life that you can point to that altered the path you were on?

 

 

 

Please like & share:
This entry was posted in #BrainDump, #MicroblogMonday, Ancient History, Deep.. Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to #MicroblogMondays: The Path Not Taken.

  1. I absolutely do. It was a particular event that happened when I was in University, and it changed everything. I am not at all the person I was before….and it’s bitter sweet.

  2. I do. I have a particularly strong one that brought me my daughter and without that situation, I wouldn’t have had her.

  3. Mel says:

    Yes, it was a sheep’s eye. My friend — we were both pre-med — called to ask if I wanted to come over and practice dissecting a sheep’s eye. He had it in his refrigerator. I was standing in my own kitchen, debating whether or not to go over, and in talking it out, I realized that I wanted to be a different kind of parent than I could be as a doctor. I would pursue an MFA instead. If he hadn’t called, it wouldn’t have kicked off that conversation, and I may have skated on the same path, not thinking too deeply about the choice because I was too far along in the process. Or maybe not. Maybe I would have made the same choices, just at a different point. It’s an interesting question.

  4. Turia says:

    I think to some degree even tiny choices can have huge repercussions (you should read Dark Matter if you haven’t already!). The big one for me is if I hadn’t applied for the scholarship I wouldn’t have gone overseas for my master’s degree and would never have met Q. There is also the smaller happy accident that the faculty lost my application for long enough that when they found it my first choice of college no longer had places, so I was sent to my second choice, which also happened to be Q’s. If they’d done their job properly I probably would never have met him as he left a few months after I arrived. And on a grander scale, if Q hadn’t applied for the job in Canada without telling me, and hadn’t been offered it, we wouldn’t have E or P. We might have other children but they wouldn’t be THEM.

    I think the more you examine a life the more you can see the roads not taken.

Leave a Reply