Sometimes I think I have things under control, only to have the rug pulled out from under me by something totally unexpected. I always thought, as a kid, that there was a schedule to follow. You know: college, married by 25, kids, same career for 35 years until I retired. That was before I realized I didn’t like kids, had no desire to get married, and had no idea what career I would want to do for 35 years. Now, I’m almost 30, and definitely “off schedule.”
It should come as no surprise that I’m behind again. Hey, that is what I’m best at.