God's Plan: Part I

I was reading one of my close blogger friends post just now about where she thought she would be after high school in one, five and eight years.  Her plan versus her reality were totally different and I just felt compelled to write my own post about God's plan.  I was always overweight, so I definitely think that having surgery was part of God's plan for me, but we'll start a few years before that.

In high school, I was always doing my friends' hair:  prom, homecoming, just for fun... I loved it.  I just knew my destiny was to be a big hairstylist in New York or L.A. and I refused to accept any other option.  So I went to my local hair school, got my cosmetology license and did hair-  for nine whole months.  I hated it.  I hated it so much that I quit.  I just walked in to the salon (you know, the one conveniently located in the mall...) one day and told them I quit and was never coming back.  And so my big dreams of doing hair for the stars ended almost as fast as it began.

After that, I lived at home and started working for doctors.  Everyone in my family (mom, aunt, cousin, grandmother) worked for doctors in some capacity, so that was the obvious choice and an easy way to get hooked up with a job.  I worked for one crazy doctor for about seven months and then moved on to a large Orthopedic practice.  After five years, my time with that company came to an end.  I started there right after my 21st birthday and I really didn't feel like I had grown much as a person or an employee.  I wasn't happy to say the least, they noticed and we parted ways.

A big part of that job that has to do with God's plan was a male employee who worked there. He was much older than me and from the first time I saw him, I was in love.  Everyone in the office (him included, I'm sure) knew about the crush on him and one drunken birthday night I actually professed my love for him.  Honestly, I was young and stupid.  We would joke and he would say, "I don't date co-workers." And in my mind I would think, "I would quit this job in a second to be with you."  I even said jokingly once, "well then I guess I will have to quit..."  Looking back, I'm sure he thought I was this crazy little girl.  But he was always very sweet and gracious to me, even after my drunken birthday confession.

What seemingly started as a crush turned into real feelings over the years and for the first time in my life, I felt heartbreak.  It's weird typing this, because the only person I've ever talked to about this is my best friend.  But, again, it's all in God's plan.  I had read about unrequited love many times but had never experienced it, and let me tell you:  it hurts.  There were so many times when just seeing him or talking to him hurt so badly.  I would come home to my best friend/roommate and just cry to her about all the ways he was unintentionally hurting me and why I couldn't just move on.  It was the first time I had ever been in love and he didn't feel the same way.  It was the one and only time, still to this day, that I have ever had my heart broken.

Not long after, I got transferred from the main office to a satellite office and didn't have to see him anymore.  This is where I became the most miserable in my job, but this is also the point in my life where I met and started dating Ben.  Even though I didn't know, God knew all along the best person that was supposed to be in my life.  For whatever reason, it was not my co-worker.  Once I met Ben and started dating him, I was a million times happier and more in love (almost instantly) than I had ever been with anyone else.

I finally figured out that God's plan was so much greater than anything I could have planned for myself.