The Road Not Taken

Once again I found my self deep in self meditation, I could not help but wonder why I had ever chosen meteorology in the first place. Then I remembered to when the idea first popped into my head. When I was young, I had a habit of changing my mind as to what I wanted to become when I grew up, sometimes from week to week. I had wanted to be a teacher, a chef, a comedian, even a geneticist. And sooner or later, often sooner, I would find a reason why that job would not work for me and I moved on. Around the time I was in the seventh grade, my science class did a chapter on weather, I became enthralled, my infatuation with the subject grew and grew and while people doubted that I would stick to my choice I was determined to prove them wrong.
I genuinely was interested in becoming a meteorologist, at least back then, my infatuation with all things weather related lasted until I was in the tenth grade. By this point I realized I was loosing interest in the subject, more and more each day. But I could not bring myself to confess this feeling to anyone, how could I tell the people who had supported me for all these years, who had such faith in my meteorological skill, that I had changed my mind. "I can't wait to see you on TV one day," Nope, sorry, not going to happen now, but thanks for the kind words. So I kept up the charade and dug myself deeper and deeper into this pit of despair. "What does it matter?" I thought as I looked for a college with a world renowned  meteorology department, "I can always change later" or my favorite "I can learn to like it again."
I got to college and I decided that I would change once more, not entirely, I had rather liken most of myself throughout high school, I would only change the few things that I could not stand about myself, my shyness, my inability to stand up for what I believe in, my fear that if I did what I truly wanted to I would hurt those around me. So I did, I changed who I was once more, and once again for the better, growing as a human being. I had already taken my first semester, I saw what it would take for me to become a meteorologist, and frankly, it bored me to death. I loved the people that I met in the department, and I do hope to remain friends with them, but I know that it will never be the same kind of friendship that I have with my other friends, my truest friends.
So when it came time for my second semester at Penn State, I told myself that I would change my major by the end of the semester, and then I realized, here I was again, lying to myself, taking a path that I had no intention of staying on. So I decided that I would finally be true to who I really am. I would follow my passion of wanting to make a real difference in people's lives. And with that I switched my major to psychology, and so far I have been worlds happier for it.
My friends and family supported my decision in full, I don't know why I was so afraid to change. I've realized that anyone who doesn't support the idea of me doing what I enjoy, really don't care about me all that much, and honestly, they can take a long walk off a short cliff into the jagged abyss.
Here I am, on the road less traveled, by myself at least, and while I can not tell if the ending will be good or not, I can at least be comforted in the knowledge that I followed exactly what I wanted to do with my life.
I think Robert Frost said it best:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.