I've always been a lover of organization and structure. I prefer things to go a certain way -- my way -- otherwise I become flustered and freak out.

Even though that is completely absurd as life is unpredictable, that's the way I've been since birth.

By the time I was in 9th grade, I had my whole life planned out: I was going to graduate high school in June of 2015, attend college at Sam Houston State University for four years (Eat 'em up, Kats!) and live in a dorm all four years to avoid having to pay rent for an apartment.

I would get a Bachelor's of Science in Nursing, apply for jobs before graduation and ultimately have a job straight out of college.

Then, I would get married, get a huge house with a pool and a trampoline, have two to six kids, and have the best life in the world. I told myself I would accomplish this all before my 30th birthday.

Let's all laugh together.

My dad tried to warn me that life would probably never go the way I planned it; more than likely I would switch my major as "almost every college student does," or another unforseen obstacle would find its way over to me.

I really should have listened.

My Freshman year of college was quite eventful, if I do say so myself. I made countless mistakes which ultimately cost me my happiness.

In spite of this, I managed to make all A's and a B my first semester, and all A's my second semester. I also was invited to join the Honor Society while also managing to make the Dean's List.

So, when I found myself dropping out of college after only completing a year, and a successful one at that, many people questioned me as to why I decided to leave. The answer is anything but simple, but I encourage you to read on. You might recognize yourself in this.

First, I didn't want to pursue nursing anymore.

Don't get me wrong, I did really well in my classes, but I didn't care about the subjects at all. Chemistry, math, biology, anatomy -- no, thank you.

I was continuously looking at the subjects my friends were studying, and I became fascinated by them. Here's the problem -- they weren't Nursing majors.

The main reason I chose Nursing originally was because it's basically a guaranteed paycheck, and I love helping others, especially children.

However, there was always this little voice in the back of my head that constantly said to me, "This isn't your calling."

It turns out the little voice was right -- it was time to find something else. Something that was my calling.

Here's the problem: I had no idea what that was.

For a while, I considered being a Psychology major, something I had wanted to be since Freshman year of high school, until I heard two little words that I didn't want to hear: Grad school.

I had two little words in response to this, but I will keep it PG for the sake of young readers, and leave my response as "no thanks." So, I was back at square one -- where I was in 8th grade.

To continue, another reason I decided to drop out was because I had a terrible year. Many negative circumstances basically pushed me to the limit, including abusive relationships, just to name one of many.

I needed a break. Not just a summer break, but a real break.

Due to the culmination of all of these circumstances, I decided to take a year off of school completely and just work full time. With this decision came an intense feeling of being "out of place."

I was always raised to believe that, though not a necessity, a college education is highly recommended if you want to be successful. I knew for sure I would be returning to college in a year; I just needed some time.

But while all of my friends were on the right track to graduating early, I was falling behind.

While my peers obtained internships and opportunities, I obtained paychecks.

While everyone I knew made something of themselves, I made lattes.

I went from a busy, fast-paced life of classes, homework, organizations, friend hangouts and trips to the gym, to going to work and home. Nothing but.

I consistently would beat myself up over dropping out and not doing what I was supposed to be doing. Then again, who's to say that taking a year off to figure myself out wasn't what I was "supposed to be doing?"

For an entire year, I only focused on the negative aspects of me taking a year off, but I hardly ever reflected on the good that came out of it. And there were so many good things that came out of it!

I found the perfect major for me -- Communications with a minor in Sociology.

I had the opportunity to reconnect with some friends I hardly ever got to see during my first year in college.

I got to save up a bunch of money for a rainy day (or for whenever Urban Outfitters has another sale).

I was able to rediscover who I was and finally achieve true happiness.

Everything happens for a reason. Don't beat yourself up over things which are out of your control. It is completely normal to feel disappointed when things don't go the way you want them to, but it's just the Universe's way of saying, "I have something better in mind for you."

I may not be a Nursing major anymore, but I'm an aspiring public speaker. I may not be finishing my degree as soon as I had anticipated, but I will finish it.

I may not be in the dorms anymore, but I get to live in an awesome apartment with some amazing friends.

My life may not be going 100% according to plan, but then again, does anything ever go according to plan? No, it doesn't. And that's okay.