Manic Monday: Track

I am always wondering if my life is on the right track. The times that I feel like I took a left instead of right always make me ponder if I am who I am suppose to be. There was a time that I envisioned myself with the white picket fence, 2.5 kids; living a happily ever after that Cinderella would envy. I switched tracks on that life a long time ago, and I much better off for the track I took instead. It makes me happy that I had insight as to where the track was headed and what bumpy detours I would take. What would I have changed? I think I would much rather travel the same track again, then to take the gamble of not having the people in my life now that I love and adore. Maybe there is no right track or wrong track, just our own track? Every bump on the track has steered me to someone or something that I needed. The track is part of the field trip. I am glad I wasn't given a map of where I am headed, it is most likely for the best, I find out along the way.