When I was young I decided I wanted to be a set of parameters, a paragon of White Christian Values wrapped up in money, sex appeal, and Rock 'n' Roll.
I wanted to be married to a beautiful, dynamic woman.
Instead, I am partnered to two amazing men, and ubiquitously happy with a handful more.
I wanted to graduate college, a lauded poet of my time.
I have one year of school completed, and am only now beginning to write.
I wanted to be a faithful, devout Christian.
Instead, my beliefs are best described as Neo-Pagan, and my sprawling connection to God is difficult to define.
I wanted to be a superhero.
I am currently unemployed.
I am not sad that I am not these things, in fact, I'm gracious that I've been so blessed. Every now and then however, I think:
What might have been?