As the year began, I told myself that I was going to write in this thing more often, beginning with the first day of the year. I was actually going to try to write everyday if I could come up with something to write. Then I got busy, aka lazy. I did get a lot of reading done since my last post though, more than I thought I could get done in the span of break. I finished the psychology book about happiness, titled Stumbling on Happiness, that I’ve been working on for about a year now, breezed through a book about a mastermind that goes to kill the guys who tortured him in WWII called Six Graves to Munich, read Lamb: the gospel according to Biff, Christ’s childhood pal, and finished the break with Looking for the King about a post grad student that goes to England to write a book but ends up looking for a really old spear. But I guess it’s all what you read and how much it interests you that determines how much you read and how fast you read it. My pace will surely slacken now that school has started and I’m back to the grind of homework and reading from textbooks.
That’s not really what this post is about though. This is one of the more personal posts, but it’s going to be vague. Sorry. If it bothers you enough and you want to know specifics, wait. They will come in time.
What I really wanted to talk about is what has happened, and what will happen, to me through this year. I’m not one for big New Year’s resolutions that are going to change who I am. As you can see, I’m writing my New Year’s post on the twelfth of the month. I’m still a huge procrastinator and not good at managing my time. Although it wasn’t a traditional “resolution,” I feel that I did see some things that may need to change this year.
I feel like I’ve come to a cross roads in my life. I have been blessed with the ability to do well in just about everything that I’ve pursued up until now which makes it all the more difficult to decide what to do. I get the feeling that I’m not supposed to be going down the path that I am right now, that maybe being a doctor, or even schooling in general, is not for me. I know you have to pretty much have a degree in something to go anywhere except McDonalds in this world and I don’t want to be flipping burgers all my life, but it just seems that there is something pulling harder than being a doctor and tending to snotty (physically, not characteristically) for the rest of my life. I’ve talked to a few people and they seem to be supportive in whatever I choose. I guess I just need to talk to some more people, get some information, and see if this is going to be the right road to follow.
Sorry for leaving so much up in the air and being ambiguous. If you pry, I may come clean about my ideas. On to other aspects of life.
The semester is getting rolling. And rolling fast. I’m not sure I’ll be updating very much this semester, at least early in it. I’m taking two classes with labs, three total science classes, and my weekends are pretty full too. We’ve got three meets in the next three or four weeks, depending on if I get to go to Michigan for the GVSU Big Meet. Training is going well and I solved my mysterious hip issue that popped up during break. I always knew runners were notorious for having weak hips, but my left his is SUPER weak. It’s just special I guess. But all I’ve got to do is get my left hip up to snuff and I should be good.
Hopefully it’s not TOO long before I get to write again.
Till next time, get lots of rest and drink plenty of fluids.
