Embracing My Differences
There was a time when I relished being different. I use to take it as a sign that I was doing something right. And you know what? I've been going back to that place where I relished that feeling because I'm starting to see the abnormality in being "normal". I don't go out and party. I have travelled very far to discover that what makes me happy isn't located in some distant place and that distance doesn't change the nature of my heart and soul.One of my coworkers said it at a random time. She said, "you just have to be happy with what you're doing." She's right. I have to be happy with me and make me happy.I have been trying to prove my worth for years now. I have been slaving for compliments and pats on the back. But honestly, I know what I want and what I'm about and I don't want to be a slave anymore. I don't want to rush to go to graduate school because my co-workers are in it and I want to keep up. That's an exhausting race to run. I do want to pay off my loans and make myself debt free. I want to take some time off, maybe apply for a new specialty and to finally demonstrate some maturity by being patient, delaying gratification and to utlize my claircognizance for something other than other people's lives.