As a child, I did not plan to be a nun, teacher, nurse, or secretary (the four career choices for women in the fifties) when I grew up. That might be because I had a touch of Peter Pan Syndrome and never planned to grow up. More likely, it is because I had so many interests that I couldn't imagine settling for one.
I am a free spirit, love spontaneity, and will try anything, so it is not surprising that I fell into several important rolls without giving them a tremendous amount of thought. It didn't take years for me to decide I wanted to marry. I accepted children as they came. I accepted unexpected promotions and allowed my employers to determine my path. I bought cars without researching, houses without inspections, groceries without coupons. When I saw something I wanted, nothing stood in my way.
Over the years, I considered and tried many different things, but I never dreamed I would become a queen. I went to bed a normal person one night and woke the next morning with this new title, and I don't think it had a thing to do with a pea under the mattress.
At first, it seemed like a dream (maybe because I had been sleeping). For a while after that, I fought the title. Finally, when people refused to allow me to discard the honor, I learned to accept and enjoy my fate. Life is so much easier that way.
I hear there are many who want to replace me as Queen. I will gladly step aside when someone is prepared to take my place. Therefore, I offer my experience to you now. I have learned a great deal during my reign and will gladly answer questions to even the playing field.