So I know I said I would try to write more on here… and it’s been over a year since my last entry. Oops.
In all fairness to me, though, it’s been a busy year. When I last wrote on here, I had just finished the Child Life certification process and was looking for a job. That took longer than I expected, but I did eventually get a job as a child life specialist. I’ve been at that job for a little over seven months, and I love it. I also moved to New Jersey for said job, which I also love. (It was seriously my childhood dream to move to New Jersey… and at 30, I accomplished it. Who said dreams don’t come true?)
Aside from that, I’ve just been trying to live more. In all of those years that I was so sick, I really just went through life trying to survive. I just got out of a relationship, which unfortunately ended badly, but taught me that I need to be more selective. As my yoga teacher said today, it’s important to surround yourself with people of equal or better quality. That doesn’t mean you ignore people of lower social status, or who don’t make as much money as you, or anything ridiculous like that. It just means that you don’t surround yourself with people who are going to bring you down.
One of my main issues in life has been surrounding myself with the wrong people. (Don’t worry, if you’re reading this, it’s probably not you.) I tend to see the best in people and ignore signs that they might not be good for me. I also tend to be a “rescuer” and go for people who are damaged in some way, likely because I see myself as damaged. And yeah, I’ve been through a lot, but I’m not damaged. I refuse to see myself that way any longer. And if you’re reading this, and you’re sick, or you’ve been sick, or you’ll probably be sick again sometime soon– you aren’t damaged, either. You deserve great things.
I could close this by promising to write more, but unless I randomly get struck by inspiration, that probably won’t happen. I’m still keeping this blog to remind me of my past experiences, and I’m not officially closing it or anything like that, but it might be a long time before I write here again. (Or it could be next week. Who knows?)
Also: in December, it’ll be four years since my surgery. Time flies…