
There are a lot of days where I tend to beat myself up for my past choices.
I hate that I do it because I know it really doesn’t do me any good… Lately I’ve been trying to allow myself to accept that there are just some things I cannot do. So what if I went to college to study nursing and couldn’t hack it? That I couldn’t make it work as a Veterinary Technician either? Does that make me a bad person? No. Did I just not try hard enough? Maybe. Could I have pushed through my anxieties? Maybe. But maybe not.
I probably could have forced myself through nursing school… Or I could’ve failed out. I ran towards Vet Tech as a career because I thought maybe I could do nursing if it wasn’t with people but with animals (boy was I wrong! Note to social anxiety resources that have Vet Tech as a good option- it isn’t. You interact with people A LOT! Shelter work is better social anxiety wise. End note!).
But I am tired of running.
I am trying to accept that I’m not that great at many things. Sure I’m a decent artist, might be able to make a little chump change with that skill, but I’m no professional. I’m not particularly social obviously. I get anxious easily. I get overwhelmed easily. I cry easily. I’m not competitive. Sometimes my memory is horrible. I don’t have any great skills or connections. I don’t have any great dreams or grand desires to be in charge or run the world or be famous.
But you know- so what!
Being all of those things does not make me a bad or less worthwhile person. It just makes me who I am. I’m tired of trying to fight that. I feel it is time I start accepting my limitations and from there try to better them little by little, rather than scrutinizing my entire being completely constantly. Yeah, if modern society collapsed or the zombie apocalypse came I probably wouldn’t last long. But, maybe I would. Not constrained by the way the world works now in it’s competitive, materialistic culture. Or maybe I am idolizing ancient ways of living and / or farm life. That’s completely possible. I probably wouldn’t survive a zombie take over though- that’s for sure.
I am not less of a person because I am not perfect.
I was not meant to be a nurse, for either people or animals, and I shouldn’t feel bad about that (even though I do feel bad about my debt from schooling). I think I am much happier now that I have accepted this fact instead of trying to force it to work and stress myself to death in the process. I don’t know what I am meant to be, and I don’t think I should feel bad about that either. I know many people don’t find their calling until later in life. Maybe I will find mine, maybe I won’t. But obsessing about the past won’t help. Feeling bad about failing in life certainly won’t make me more successful.
So for right now I think I just need to focus on the present and doing the best I can do and enjoying every moment I have, since, you never know, the zombie apocalypse might come tomorrow and then I’ll be dead anyways 😉