I wish I was good at making sacrifices now for the benefit of the future. My grades were good enough to study and become whatever I wanted, but I told myself I'd rather do something I enjoyed and not sit through four more years of chemistry and math stuff. I guess I didn't realize that the difference could literally be hundreds of thousands of dollars a year. Now I'm struggling to patch something together career-wise, and I have no idea what I'm actually going to do. I'll be a certified elementary school teacher this time next year, but good luck finding a job. Maybe I'll try my hand at urban planning next and build up a good experience profile for municipal politics. I don't know. The bad thing is, as time goes on and I feel less and less on track and independent when compared to my peers, I feel more and more bitter. I actually find myself loathing people with a lot of money, just because I screwed things up for myself. Gosh, I really did my undergrad wrong. Then again, if I did it over again I don't really see myself doing it any better. That's the sad thing.
Anyway, I'm done with my incomprehensible sobbing. 
My mother didn't get around to finishing her BA until she was 32. And over the next twenty years, she went through multiple careers before finding one she actually enjoyed. So one thing I have learned from her is that life isn't always going to be a traditional, linear path, and if you don't like the one you're on, step off and make a new one and don't let anyone tell you it's too late or that there's no point.
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