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And so it is written, and so shall it be....

Seems no matter how hard you try, how carefully you plan, life has a way of intruding, of sticking its big nose in the middle of things, throwing more than just a wrench into the works.

Dreams of where you'll be in 5 years, in 10 years, these seem so achievable.... at least they seem achievable at the time of their inception. But, let little things like a couple of weeks or a few months get in the way and suddenly those dreams aren't so easily reached:

---- I'll be married by the time I'm 25
----I'll have a career (i.e. Published Author) by the time I'm 30
----I'll have a family by the time I'm 35
----I'll have a house by the time I'm 40

Funny how time, life, opportunities, etc changes things....

So, here I am--- 31 years old---

I did get married, though I was 26....
I am currently still unpublished, but hoping that will change shortly, maybe this year...
So, if I'm to follow my current average, I should back plan for everything to take at least a year longer than originally planned--- and it seemed so simple when it was written on paper back in my innocent, naive days of my early 20s. 

What happened? I thought the written word had more power than that.....ah well, here's hoping a slight revision might still make everything happen---even if it is in its own time.

And so it is written, and so might it be (though you'll have to wait around for it to come in its own time).....so much for the best laid plans.....

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