Wrong Place, Wrong Time

I don't like being 26. By age 26, I'm supposed to have this figured out. I'm supposed to have a degree, a house, a car, a husband ( according to some people), a career. I'm supposed to have a direction, and be a reliable member of society. Well, I thought I had it all figured out, and I thought I was well on my way to having all that and more. Turns out, I was on the wrong track. Wrong place, Wrong Time, and all that Jazz. Now here I am, a single mother who works part time. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but with a kid in school, working nights is hard to balance. I miss my kid, and it's hard on her. I have a decent apartment. It's nothing special, but it's all I can afford. I have a high school diploma, and a year of university behind me. I'd have continued university, but I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, and I still don't. I lack direction. I'm lost. I'm not giving up, I'm just stalled.