Fairy tale love is a concept that’s been around for a long, long time now.
But that’s all they are–fairy tales.
Love doesn’t come in the form of a knight in shining armor or a prince charming that wakes his sleepy beauty from her slumber with a kiss.
It can seem that way at first, but when it gets down to the nitty gritty, it takes work.
I know people who are so consumed by the idea of fairy tale love that they continually commit themselves to shallow, destructive relationships. Then they wonder why they can never seem to settle into a good, lasting relationship.
It’s funny–I can’t watch chick flicks (i.e. romantic comedies) because I tend to get jealous of the happy outcomes.
Irony?
I hit a funk towards the end of my sophomore year–I wasn’t entirely sure whether or not I wanted to stick with Healthcare Management as my major.
Recently, though, I’ve seen and heard things that have made me really excited about the future of the healthcare industry.
About a month and a half ago, I went to a panel sponsored by ACHE about the importance of public reporting and transparency in increasing the quality of care and maintaining the community’s trust.
Yesterday, I, along with two classmates, got to meet with the practice manager of an urgent care and talk with him about his experiences in the healthcare industry and the future of the healthcare industry.
Oh, and there’s the healthcare bill, too.
There are gonna be some big changes happening soon and new challenges to face and I can’t wait to be a part of it.
I’ve already said that my year off from dating taught me how to be a better friend to guys. That statement isn’t entirely correct. And it sounds kinda goofy.
It taught me how to be a better friend. Period.
My friend circle includes girls, too, ya know. I wasn’t good to them before because I was too busy chasing guys. Chasing guys meant…well, that was all I was really preoccupied with as far as my social life went, so it kinda figures I wasn’t trying that hard to be anyone’s friend. It’s kind of embarrassing to admit, but that’s what it was.
So now what?
I guess I’ll continue taking in the rain and hope I produce a crop useful to for whom it is farmed. Or as my mentor person puts it, I’ll be hanging out in God’s workshop.
I’ll be letting you know how that goes.
I’m mad.
I’m angry. I’m frustrated. I’m pissed off.
I’m not really sure how many other ways I can put it.
I’ve been caught in a rut for the past few weeks because I keep reading/hearing about how people are doing things for God’s glory and how happy they are about it and yadda, yadda, yadda…
So it stands to reason that I feel like I’m supposed to be doing something and I haven’t a @#$%ing clue what it is.
And then people go telling me, “It’s not what you do that matters, it’s where your heart is.”
Yeah, that’s great. My heart’s set on helping people. Isn’t that enough?
Yeah, I know God’s forgiven me. Now I gotta work to make sure I stay worthy of that grace, right? I mean, I can’t be letting God down when he’s invested so much into me.
Surprise, surprise–that’s totally not the case.
@#$%. #&%$ to the nth degree.
I’m not angry because of something I have to do. I’m angry because I don’t $#@%ing get it when I feel like I’m supposed to.
I’m angry because I feel defeated.
And it sucks.
