Life is good. Life is very good.
For the first time, I feel like I'm finally starting to understand that the quality of your life, or the definition of being a successful person isn't always 100% linked to your performance in academia. In high school, and part of college, when I didn't live up to my expectations, getting Bs and a few Cs in classes, it would cause some sort of crisis. I set lofty goals, and I hate to not live up to them.
I'm a successful person. I will get a job somewhere, even if it doesn't directly pertain to my major. I'll get paid a livable wage. That's really all I need. I was always under the impression that the more impressive your job title, to more impressive your life. Money can only buy you material possessions. What are all those cliches? They are all true. The best things in life are free, you can't buy love, etc. They are cliche for a reason. Money helps, it helps to a point where you don't have to worry about your day to day bills, etc.
I want so much out of life. I have so many big plans, involving cozy fireplaces, hand knit socks, home baked bread, orchestra concerts, long runs on cold fall mornings, the sounds of the city, hot chocolate, Christmas music, the sounds of the organ at my church...
Life is good. I always hoped I would get out of the small town I grew up in and become something more than I could have there. And I have. And I will continue to, even if it isn't in the way that I expected. And that's okay.
Andddd that's all folks.
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calm