From reading this, you must be thinking I lead the most miserable existence. This is far from the case. My life may be stressful, and there are still things from my past and present that haunt me, I am generally not a miserable human being. The problem is, I don't feel like writing when I'm happy. Putting my thoughts and feelings to paper helps me to cope with them. Seldom do I need to cope with warm emotions.
So to brighten the mood a bit...
Things have really been looking positive. As the summer winds itself to a close, I can breath a short sigh of relief before the fall brings on its wrath. I am done with my internship, and so very close to having my license. While I don't yet have my dream job, I am finding work that I know I will enjoy. I feel so very blessed.
While decisions I have to make concerning my future loom all too near, I am very pleased with my performance this past year. While filled with its ups and downs, along with some serious personal turmoil. I made it. We all made it. And we deserve to feel proud.
At least I know what makes me happy. What makes me feel good about myself. A person can't really be more blessed than that. I have found a path that makes me feel genuinely happy. And I am following that path, wherever it may lead me. I may not have my dream job, because I may not be entirely sure what that dream job is. At least not yet. And while the stress of making those decisions is a constant pressure, at least I am enjoying the journey.
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