When I got a decent paying job after graduation, I couldn't wait to get away from what I had wanted for so long. This was the real world, the jungle people can't wait to get away from at the end of the day. In the end, reaching the goals I thought I wanted would mean losing my identity and my soul.
One day I walked out on my old job and its bad memories, found a husband, and it all fell into place somehow. I put my binder down and put an apron on instead.
My goal was to be the perfect housewife of a cozy, welcoming home, and it still is. I worked out my old worries through kneading dough out for the perfect puffy loaf of bread, by learning to make a juicy roast that made my husband full, happy, and sleepy, and by doing simple things like darning up old socks with holes and using unwanted clothes to make and stuff throw pillows by hand. Adding those little personal accents to our surroundings fill me with pride each time I look at them.
My current goals vary by day. Sometimes its making morning hotcakes with crispy black edges in a cast-iron pan. Sometimes its trying to grow beautiful vines up a plain fence, sometimes its planting a small tree or bush that hopefully in ten years will bring more serenity and plushy privacy to our home.
The real attainment and goal for me in life is not the college degree I spent too much money on or the well-paying job I once had, but the continual small changes I make to my domestic sphere that bring pride, beauty, and happiness to an ever-evolving tapestry of married home life.