[Crowbob]

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

And I do have regerts.

But seriously I never, ever had a plan. I didn’t know I was going to college until my senior year in HS, for example, at which time I was well on my way into the world of music as a drummer without a plan, or even a decent drum kit until I got a job giving drum lessons and bought one a few weeks before I quit and went to college. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Drumming paid a big chunk of my school costs.

I declared a major my third year because they made me. I chose to pursue a psych degree because it offered the most electives while chasing the paper.

Etc.

I guess I’m pretty good at looking around and making decisions. Plus, I’m blessed, lucky or both.