But when I think back on the me that existed in high school—the one who had big future plans—I feel like I disappointed her somehow. High school Jenna had it all figured out. I was going to get my degree, have a fantastic career in public relations, and be married by twenty-five, with a couple of kids by the time I was thirty. And now look at me. Not that my life is bad. Well, maybe the whole only-attracting-difficult-men aspect and not knowing what being in love is like aren’t so great. It just goes to show, you can’t plan out your life.
