Let's see....at age 4 I had a 5% chance to live, but I managed with the help of a lot of oncology nurses and doctors, lots of prayers, and amazing parents. Then I was really great at school and ultimately went to a great law school and passed the bar without really doing a lot of work. Never practiced law, but worked in a related field with a lot of lawyers. Got married which was a huge mistake which I knew at the time but was just too far down the path to stop it. Finally divorced. Time passes. Met the most incredible life partner. Moved to a city I said I would never live in and very happy here. Got married to my now husband and literally am grateful every day for him and his family who loves me unconditionally. Lost my job in the pandemic and cobbled together a bunch of things to keep us afloat. Happily married....check. No kids...not the plan but the way things worked out and I have a niece and nephew to spoil. Job now...work with my husband at a small family business (not our business) where I make a heck of a lot less money but I'm happy. So nope....not a thing worked out the way I thought it would but I am loving the life I have created for myself.
ETA: Sorry for the mini autobiography.