I’m at that place where I’ve started to look around and ask, when did my life get so good? What did I do to deserve how happy I am, and please can I keep doing it so this keeps going? The other night I was just thinking, most of the people I went to grade school with would not believe that I am the same person; I know for sure that if they ever thought about what I would be like as an adult (unlikely, but possible) they would have predicted something fabulously dull. I was voted most likely to be a teacher at the end of 8th grade, and everyone saw a goody-two-shoes book nerd who was actually even more likely to end up a maiden-lady librarian – but now? I’m still the brainy girl who gets good grades, but other than that nothing is what they or even I could have imagined back then. I’m tall and pretty with long legs and a model’s body, I’m an actress and a fantastic singer hoping to turn performing into my profession, I’m in a relationship with a guy who adores me (and just happens to own a motorcycle), and while I’m not some kind of social savant I have a broader network of friends than almost anyone else I know. I’m so happy with where I am, and I’m especially happy when I realize that without even meaning to I just completely ignored what those grade school classmates expected of me – I know it sounds silly, to think that the opinions of kids you knew that long ago could shape any part of your future, but it would have been so easy to take the labels they stuck me with and hang onto them for the rest of my life. But I didn’t. I peeled them away one after the other and decided I wanted my own life, and now I’m living that life as fully as I possibly can. I couldn’t be happier.