I'm sitting on my bed

Next year I will be completing my BS. It is in Child Studies. People ask me all the time what I want to do with my life. I shrug my shoulders. I thought that once I got close to completing this that I would feel different. I don't. Looking back I wonder if I was just a fool taking all these classes. My life has shaped me into the person I am today. I am no longer the same person everyone I haven't seen in years thinks I am. I was on the metro the other week and caught a glimpse of myself in the reflection and didn't know who that was. It scared me. I am thirty five and this never happened before. I had plans laid out for thirty five. I was going to be a writer, be famous, well traveled. I am on a different route. Not bad, just different.