What Ginger said.
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Well. I guess it's more about my own self-respect than anything else. I mean, you look at everything I did before I was 22, and you'd see a kid who could've been just about anything with the possible exception of an engineer or a mathematician. And what am I now? Operations Manager for a small department at a hospital. My collegiate peers are doctors and lawyers and professors and successful entrepreneurs and the like. Sure, I'm writing, but until I actually sell a book, what does that prove? For all anyone, myself included, knows, I'm a terrible writer. Of all the things I thought I would accomplish when I was 18 and leaving my hometown, the only one I've succeeded at is leaving my hometown for good.
And yes, I know this isn't the way I should be thinking, but it's really hard to unwrite this particular mental script.
I graduated from college at 19. I should be some kinda super-genius full professor or something, right?
Which is to say, I totally know how you feel. Every time I hear about someone from my graduating class, I compare myself to them and inevitably feel like I've fallen short (I'm not advanced in my career, I don't have kids, I haven't traveled the world). And I too know better. I totally feel ya.
I comfort myself with the thought that when I come to write my memoirs, it will all come together. Er, somehow. Why would anyone read my memoirs, you say? Shut up, I say.
So, I had a meeting about the demon holiday music today and it sounds like it might well be leading to even more work if things go well.
I don't talk to anyone I went to college with. I find that works well.
Oooh, more EEEEVIL work, Drew?
I am mostly OK with where I am professionally, but then I never had big ambition to be fancy schmancy. OTOH, knowing that most of my peers are married and having kids freaks me right out and leads me down a "OMG unless I meet someone NOW and love them and get married soon and have kids I WILL BE OLD AND ALONE AND EATEN BY CATS". Which is clearly stupid. But.
I had a meeting about the demon holiday music today
I love that I have a friend who is able to say things like this, in a work-related context, on a regular basis.
I'm going to be alone and eaten by cats without ever fulfilling my potential.
Clearly I need to get more cats if I want to aspire to the "alone and eaten by cats" thing....
I figure I'm fulfilling my potential internally. Fulfilling the heck out of it. You can't see it, but it's totally fulfilled.
Because of all the thinking I'm doing, you see.