As we grow and mature, our outlook on life shifts. For me, when I was younger I wanted to be the perfect good girl, have perfect grades, a good group of friends and be liked by everyone. I put all my effort into trying to make others accept me (spoiler alert, didn’t work out). Although I am still a very kind hearted individual who works hard, I feel that through accepting the fact that I do not have to be perfect has helped me become more self confident. From a young age I had my life PLANNED. When I say planned, I mean every year I had goals that looked twenty years into the furture. I knew what I wanted and how to get there. This sounds perfect, everything made sense. But was it what I wanted?
In my junior year of high school I struggled with the idea of choosing a career path. Everything I had planned I decided was not what I wanted anymore. I looked into becoming any possible profession… meteorologist, doctor, lawyer, speech pathologist… anything you can think, I probably inquired about. From all this stress and feeling like I had to make a decision I learned the importance of patience and looking for signs. My grandma became very sick a year later (don’t worry this applies) and upon visiting her in the hospital and seeing the role of a nurse, I deicded that I wanted to be just that. Worrying did me nothing, It was through a sign that was meant to happen that I found what I had been looking for. Although the job that I dreamed of for over 10 years is not what I choose, I learned two things. 1. It is ok to be perfectly imperfect. and 2. what’s meant to be, will be.
