Come As You Are

After picking up my graduation gown today I was saddened at my lack of intellectual gumption. I call it intellectual gumption, because in another universe, the bright and bushy tailed eighteen year old would of stuck straight through on a four year scholarship instead of running ( unsuccessfully, I might add ) after boys.
This would of been gumption. But no. Instead said bushy tailed eighteen year old went back home, thirty pounds overweight and went to work in a card and gift shop while convincing herself ( and everyone around her ) that she was going to pursue acting. One little tidbit of advice: If people tell you you are talented and you don't believe them, chances are you're going to crash and burn sooner than later.
So, after that diabolical year ( probably the worst of my entire life thus far) I decided to go back to university with my tail between my legs. Flash forward five years later. I am now working at a bar and taking interviews about what it's like to be at the bottom of the food chain, struggling from paycheck to paycheck.
What the hell?
Two years later I am now about to be married and still Gumption has not made an appearance at my doorstep.
Is this normal? Does this happen at all? Is it just some fluke in the biological department where something got neglected into switching on?
You can call it anything you like.
Perhaps it is merely the last stage of growing up, much as I hate to admit it. Come on kid. Pick a profession or career. Never mind if you hate it or dread going to work everyday. Luck of the draw. You didn't have enough gumption to obtain a Masters or PhD. Like you should of done.