Let's just say that before I had the opportunity to be at home full-time, I had a list of life goals. In junior high, my good friend and I had hopes of some day running in the Olympics. We had it all worked out: how we would both train hard and come home with gold and silver medals. We pushed each other during cross-country training and made sure we participated in various cross-country meets within our district on Saturdays.
We figured that in the interim, or if things didn't quite pan out, we would be both become doctors. After all, we both liked the sciences, and we could help each other study and eventually attend the same med school, etc. Well, my friend reached "our goal". However, med school never happened for me, due to unforeseen circumstances that occurred in my family. A life-altering event changed the path of my life forever.
Once I got married, I figured I could get "back on track". Even if the Olympics were out of the picture and med school was no longer truly realistic, being that I changed from sciences to arts in college, I decided to work toward a new path. I would work hard to obtain employment with a small company, work my way to a large organization, and become someone really important there, traveling around the country, etc. Then I got married and had children.
I figured my goal was still attainable. I worked toward my Master's degree in Business Administration while working full-time and pregnant with my third child. I hoped I could gain employment with a company like Charles Schwab or own my own business. Once I lost my job though, my dreams sort of died.
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